After Zhang Xiaoshan agreed, the group started their journey.
It must be said that Liu Yinmeng's group's luck was really bad.
Not long after entering the dense forest, they encountered danger.
A young man beside Liu Yinmeng suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground.
Soon his complexion turned gray-white, then pale gray, followed by a heavy reddish color, and finally turned black.
"Southeast Asian Dark Arts!"
Upon seeing this, Liu Yinmeng was instantly shocked.
Other members of Zhenwu Hall also became very nervous.
Only Zhang Xiaoshan remained calm, with a hint of hesitation in his eyes.
Originally, he just wanted to proceed quietly, not expecting that there would be a Southeast Asian great curse master targeting other cultivators here.
Not far from the group, a curse master in a grass skirt made of leaves, with his face painted, sat on a large snake.
In one hand, he held open a palm with a diagram of human meridians.
In his other hand was a blood-red silver needle.
