744: C744 The Giant Black Hand

C744 The Giant Black Hand

"Just the Curse Power that leaked out from the seal is already so terrifying. It's really hard to imagine how terrifying the battle back then was. How can I not have an impression of the Ancestor God who knows the Curse Power? Could it be that he was defeated by a human expert? Was it not recorded in the annals of history? "

The Holy Transformation demons stood in front of the mausoleum. When they felt the terrifying Curse Power, they gasped in their hearts. If the seal was broken, would the Curse Power spew out from the well?

With their strength, they had already used all of their strength to reach this place. It was simply impossible for them to deal with that kind of situation.

"There is no entrance to this tomb... Berial, how can we obtain the quasi Sovereign inheritance? Why do I have a bad feeling about this..."

" This is really frightening! Even though I have been dead for so many years, sealed in such a desolate place, it could still pollute a vast area. If this mausoleum was located in a world with living beings... This will definitely cause the people of the world to be plunged into misery and suffering. "

"Your courage is too small. This is a place that the seniors of your clan guided you to. Danger coexists with opportunities. Berial, we believe in you. Let's attack! "

...

Berial was once again recommended by everyone. They had found the tomb of a quasi Sovereign, and there was only one step left before they could obtain the inheritance. No one would retreat so easily.

"Ancestor God, please bless us..."

Berial's expression became incomparably solemn, although he had lost a head. However, his divine power was still there, and his body was like a giant fusion beast that had been pieced together. Seven or eight arms were pressed on the grave, and he obtained the inheritance according to the method left behind by the senior in his mind.

An ancient spell was cast in this place. In the name of Berial, I summon the eternal soul of God Clan... I will summon the Curse Power back to the battlefield, corrode the human heaven, and take the head of the divine emperor as a wine cup.

Something in the grave seemed to have been awakened, and the Curse Power became active. The seal could no longer be suppressed, and the tiny cracks turned into huge gaps. The black Curse Power turned into a pair of beast claws, trying its best to break free...

An indescribable pressure filled every corner of the space. Even the saints had goosebumps. Except for Berial who had entered a certain state and ignored it, the other four saints wanted to retreat like frightened animals. However, they found that billions of ants had sealed off their escape route.

The mouthparts of those ants produced ear-piercing sounds, as if warning them what would happen if they retreated.

"Damn it! Berial, stop chanting. We are in danger!"

"Is this really the path that the seniors in the family pointed out? Why do I feel like I have fallen into a trap? This is different from the quasi Sovereign inheritance that I have imagined...

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"Look! Berial..."

When his companions noticed the change, they did not hesitate to use their mental attacks to wake Berial up. There was definitely no living thing in the tomb. That pair of large black hands seemed to be some kind of rotten will. However, due to the existence of the Curse Power, after thousands of years of sediments, formed a terrible thing.

There was also a big problem with the incantation Berial had obtained. It was as if he had entered a special state, and he was unable to awaken it with a simple method.

"Puff..."

These guys really did not hold back. After being hit by the spiritual attack, both of Berial's heads spurted out blood at the same time. Finally, he could clearly see the scene in front of him. He couldn't help but turn pale with fright. The gigantic black hand of curse was only three feet away from him!

Once the incantation stopped, the sealing force gained the upper hand once again. The giant black hand felt the danger and grabbed Berial's neck firmly, trying to drag his huge body into the giant tomb.

"Don't!! Quickly save me!"

Berial wasn't an ordinary devil. In the face of a life and death crisis, he erupted with a very powerful force. The surrounding ground cracked open for tens of thousands of meters, and even a huge stone mountain exploded into powder.

However, what was terrifying was that the huge tomb wasn't damaged in the slightest. The black hand of curse was still trying its best to drag Berial into the tomb. The Curse Power instantly spread across Berial's body. His huge body was dragged away. In a blink of an eye, his two heads had disappeared.

"I never thought that the senior of my family would plot against us. What do you think we are in his eyes? Are we only worthy of being this monster's nourishment?"

"Quickly save him. If we lose him, our strength will be even more scattered. Only by gathering everyone's strength can we charge out."

"Idiot, go and save this arrogant fellow yourselves! I'm going to die on the real battlefield. I'll take my leave first! "

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Unexpectedly, at this moment, another disagreement occurred in the team. One of the Holy Transformation decisively abandoned the others. He shrunk his body and turned into a black beam of light that shot out of the battlefield, attempting to escape from this place.0

"Wah..."

He didn't expect that something even more terrifying would happen. In just a split second, the ant army that was left behind in the vicinity caught up to the black light and surrounded it. The Curse Power had invaded his soul. This kind of pain made him let out a series of miserable howls.

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