"Not good, this kid's witchcraft heritage is somewhat peculiar..."
An elder's expression changed.
"We can't withstand it!"
"Quick! Use the Blood God Curse!" The chieftain of the Wulu Tribe decisively said.
After speaking, he suddenly retreated, creating distance, and bit his finger, drawing a blood wolf mark on his forehead.
The scarlet seeped into the Sea of Consciousness, and his eyes gradually turned blood-red, a hint of violence emanating from him, as if not killing someone couldn't vent his rage.
The other two elders followed suit, their body hair lengthening, and blood-tinted wolf shadows flickered in their eyes.
After the three activated the Blood God Curse, they shouted in unison.
An undetectable fluctuation, existing only at the level of Divine Thought, rippled out instantly.
The entire Wulu Tribe cultivators seemed stimulated by this, their foreheads shrouded in a layer of blood-colored hue, with killing intent growing wildly like wildfire.
