"With my primordial divine soul as a sacrifice, I curse you two, let the Five Decays befall you!"
The moment before losing consciousness.
The God of Fortune, burning with hatred, taps into the hidden darkness within his divine soul's depths in an instant, desiring to sacrifice himself to curse Zhang Jing, who destroys his grand rebirth plan and curses Qu Junhou, whose divine soul is in possession of him.
Had it not been for these two, would he have ended up dying and having his path extinguished?
His tens of thousands of years of schemes are now all in vain!
Damn it! All deserved death! Inability to resign and rage, transformed into a ferocious curse instantly.
Just as the remnant soul of the God of Fortune set the curse.
Above the sky, the wind and clouds transformed drastically again.
In the rolling blood-red clouds, there subtly appeared a terrifying deep blackness, like a droplet of ink, instantly tinging everything around it manicly.
"Hehe!"
