"Well, the Taoist book was also written by people. When you unite the entire exorcism world, you'll be the one who decides to forbid the curse or not."
The bewildering voice spoke again, and Ni Biao could not escape from it. It was as if the voice was coming out from the bottom of his heart.
It was right, as history had always been this way. The winner would be the king.
As long as he stood at the peak of power, everything would be up to him!
Once again, Ni Biao reached out and touched the magical pill. The corner of his mouth formed a resentful smile, "You're right, my daughter."
As darkness completely devoured his heart, Ni Biao finally realized who the voice was.
After he had eaten the magical pill, the color of scarlet, which symbolized the Yin energy, flashed through the bottom of his eyes. Continuous ghastly laughter followed after it.
