Huo Qubing swept his spear across, and the mighty and unyielding power of the god of war erupted.

Just as he was blocking the black mud, an inexplicable force transcended time and space, beyond the comprehension of ordinary power. It was unknown what the source of terror was, but suddenly it descended upon Huo Qubing.

You cannot stop this kind of power with ordinary means.

"Curse!"

Bai Chen sneered.

The killing power of the Cursed Temple has finally arrived.

Although it would be somewhat dishonorable to use this method to deal with Huo Qubing, would he care about it?

Victory is the most glorious.

"Taste the killing power prepared for you!"

Bai Chen mocked Huo Qubing.

Bang!

As the power of the curse descended upon Huo Qubing, a ripple appeared, producing a dark red blood color, as if it was going to melt Huo Qubing into a miserable ball of blood and extinguish the life force in his body.

"The power of the curse."

Huo Qubing clearly felt this strange power.

He felt at this moment as if billions of tiny ants were gnawing at his flesh and blood, fighting him madly. It was a heart-wrenching pain.

He had heard of the Demon God Temple's curse power, which could span vast time and space, and even ignore distance and defense, and deliver the most refined attack to you.

"This curse is very powerful, but will it work?"

A bright light flashed in Huo Qubing's eyes.

Amidst the flames of war, his body was like a javelin, never bending, and he was like an undefeated god of war on the battlefield, no force could knock him down.

"I'm not afraid of a head-on attack, so why would I be afraid of your mere curse?"

Huo Qubing's aura was shaken, and he shouted frankly, "A true god of war is not afraid of any blow or challenge. Is this enough? You are far from it!"