章節 689: Feeble Curse

Black Wind was fast. In no time, it was already running on that stone path with all kinds of engravings. Suddenly a cold chill emerged above Abel's head. Something glowing red emerged.

Afterward, raindrops of the curse began to pour down and landed on him and Black Wind. Both he and Black Wind had been recognized as one being by this curse.

Afterward, a greyish-white glow emerged above him. Suddenly, he felt like his life force was being drained. His body could only operate half as well as he could.

Black Wind was also in the same situation. Its speed had decreased, and those 8 especially strong skeletons, were quickly catching up from behind.

If Abel was not caught destroying the orc god's holy object on the spot, maybe he could use some special method to escape, but now he could no longer do that. If he exposed his identity, the orc empire would send out all of their forces to capture him.