"At last, this bastard is dead!" Du Wenzhen finally let out a sigh of relief; the battle with King Curse had not lasted long, but his curse techniques had given him a tough time.
Right now, black and foul-smelling blood was continuously streaming out of Du Wenzhen's seven orifices—mouth, nose, and ears—mixed with the dense power of the curse, indicating his body had been eroded by the curse power, leading to pathological changes.
His skin was fissured and his whole body turned dark as if he had contracted a severe plague.
However, after glancing at Xiao Mu, Du Wenzhen suddenly burst into laughter, "Haha! Old Xiao, you—damn, you—haha! Cough, cough! Damn!"
The state Xiao Mu was in made him completely ignore his own severe injuries and burst into uncontrollable laughter, which brought on violent coughing and worsened his condition.
