The infant withered away at a visible speed, and a bright red blood orb appeared above his body.
The state preceptor constantly changed his hand positions and directions, and twenty blood orbs trembled and converged at the center of the blood curse, becoming one and hovering in front of him.
The state preceptor let out a eerie cackle, licked his teeth, and swallowed the blood orb.
"Chirp chirp."
A bird flew over the Cold Palace, upon seeing the blood curse, it let out a terrified, shrill chirp.
"Hmph."
The state preceptor's eyes flashed coldly, his right hand flickered with spiritual power, which transformed into a giant hand stretching out into the sky, squeezing it into a fog of blood with just a pinch of his two fingers.
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"Using the blood of infants to practice dark arts in a blood sacrifice and utterly dehumanizing oneself, devoid of all conscience."