The Curse Ancestor spat blood again due to injuries, but this time, the injuries were obviously much less severe. With the Curse Ancestor's strength of half a True God, he could completely endure such injuries.
"So your strength is just this after all!"
The Curse Ancestor keenly perceived the change in Zun and others' strength, a look of relieved joy appearing on his face.
While speaking, he continuously drew in the curse power from his surroundings with both hands, forming a Curse Wall in front of him, and pointed his right hand towards Zun while shouting, "Curse!"
Rolling curse power shot out from the fingertips of the Curse Ancestor's right hand, forming a black light out of thin air that seemed like a dark cloud aiming to envelop Zun.
Under the suppression of the Divine Phoenix Human Emperor's seal, the Curse Ancestor's authority to curse could not be exercised, and the power of his Curse Techniques was also significantly reduced.
