After a while, the weirdo finally woke up.
He spat out a mouthful of bloody foam, his gaze returning to normal.
"My lord, I failed."
"He was a genius from the start, shrouded in fortune. With your Demon Venerable cultivation casting Star Touch, a thirty percent success rate is already not bad. To kill him in one strike is indeed difficult."
"That's how I see it too."
The toad-faced weirdo was unwilling in his heart.
He had prepared for so long, only to start off poorly.
"How much did this curse cost you?"
"Not too bad, it cost me a hundred years of lifespan. I still have a thousand years left. Next time, I'll increase the power and use three hundred years of lifespan. I don't believe it'll still fail."
The toad-faced weirdo was not one to admit defeat easily.
Lord Toad said mildly:
"Then carry on. Our Way of Curse may be powerful, but is deeply restricted as well. Try as many times as needed—for as long as you succeed once, you'll establish immortal merit.
