C150 The Strange Thirteen Corpse Demon Mountain!

Ten minutes later, Jiang Dao had mostly unraveled the intricacies of the Blood Poison Curse. With a furrowed brow, he took a moment to process the information, then casually tossed Zhao Ziling's lifeless body back onto the ground.

Casting the Blood Poison Curse was akin to afflicting oneself with a hex. Nearly incurable, the curse would grow in power alongside its host