"I curse you, for life after life, I curse you, I'll be waiting for you in hell, you blood-cloaked sorcerer, you lunatic on a horse."
That was the last wailing cry of the eight-headed giant snake left behind in the Royal City.
The Daoist with only half of his body remaining, stood on one leg and soared into the sky.
The instigator had already been executed, a glorious era was about to arrive, and the Daoist was going back to the mountains.
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Life hanging by a thread, the black aura engulfing the top half of the Daoist's body was constantly devouring his vitality.
At most, if he couldn't make a breakthrough or resolve the eight-headed giant snake's potent curse with its dying breath within a month, the Daoist could prepare himself for his corporeal disintegration.
