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That was a gradually intensifying curse that robbed people of their reasoning after a certain age. Humans would ultimately turn into walking corpses. Under such circumstances, the continuation of humanity was already extremely difficult as if human lifespans were drastically reduced. That was what made it most troublesome. Old Lead could devour the curse, but it was, after all, a defensive measure. It could hardly be effective against an outsider's curse.
"Don't worry about the curse..." the Demigod Lanxiu responded, "I have been sitting here for several hundred years and have already devised a method to counter this curse. So, all you need to do is help me find that traitor."
"The traitor... the human king?"
"Yes, that traitor!" The voice of the Demigod Lanxiu was steady, yet filled with hatred, "Even after my defeat, he has not shown his face. He probably sensed that I could still shoot an arrow."