บท 1804: Demon Sealing Soul Curse

Dark faces could be seen all over the Sorcerer Tribesmen as they flew through the starry space. 

"Leader, are we just going to let Su Mo go like that?" Grand Priest Wu Lun despondently asked Wu Jing in front of him. 

"Yes! Leader, Su Mo killed over a few hundred thousand of our men, we have lost big today!" Another Martial Sage added. 

Everyone else stared at Wu Jing with a long face, clearly disappointed by what had happened. 

It was simply too infuriating to think that the Sorcerer Tribe that was ranked the 380th strongest tribe in the entire universe would be humiliated by the Triple Deities Sect. 

Wu Jing did not reply the Martial Sages directly but turned his head around to look at Saint Elder Jia Shen to ask, "How is it?" 

"Not a problem, I have already placed a curse on Su Mo!" Jia Shen replied. 

"A curse?" Everyone who heard Jia Shen's words brightened their eyes as their faces filled with glee.