He suddenly clenched his fist forcefully.
There was a loud "boom."
The entire massive and hard statue's head was crushed on the spot, with stone powder scattering everywhere and shards flying in all directions. The Divine Thought of the curse within vanished immediately, leaving only a little Incense Faith Power drifting aimlessly around like rootless duckweed.
"Has it completely dissipated?"
Chen Dengming felt utterly disillusioned. Such a curse, similar to the one imposed by Ancestor Shi Yiyin of the Miaoyin Sect which had almost cost him his life, was now too fragile to withstand even ten breaths in his hands.
He waved his sleeve, dispersing the dust, his eyes glowing like two brilliant beams of aurora borealis, surveying in all directions.
Instantly, the lingering sensations of being covertly scrutinized disappeared, and even the remnants of Incense Faith Power in the ruins had much diminished, no longer daring to act rashly.
