Outside North City, underground temple.
"The curse has been cast, Zhang Fusheng should be unable to move his hands and feet. Look where there is resentment soaring to the sky, that's where he is."
The old woman spoke lightly, while the Great Sect practitioner of the Curse Killing Technique was about to gather up the things on the small altar,
the old woman also reached out her hand, intending to collect the Nail-Head Seven Arrows Book.
Her movement suddenly paused.
Spiritual sense frantically warning.
Every cell in her body seemed to scream!!
A sense of crisis, suffocation surged like a tide,
the old woman's back tingled, retreating, retreating again, she stepped out of the temple!
She raised her head, looking in horror towards the temple.
The Great Sect practitioner who cast the curse was frozen in place, his face full of terror, seemingly trying to struggle, move, but unable to shift even an inch!
