The black qilin exploded in a rain of blood and gore. But soon after, the flesh splattered over the ground twitched and wriggled, forming smaller black qilins. They pawed the ground and snarled, rushing the four ancestral gods and eleven potentates.

The black qilin possessed extraordinary vitality—it could spontaneously resurrect even if its nascent spirit and true spirit were crushed, to say nothing of just its body.

However, the four ancestral gods were now living corpses of a curse. They were fully under the Curse King’s control. The power of creation, origin, truth, and eternity flooded out at the Curse King’s behest, even stronger than when the four ancestral gods wielded them. The black qilin was sliced and diced again...