Although those who had lost their reason were still fighting, at this moment, there were still many who were clear-headed.
They all looked toward the person speaking.
The speaker at this moment was the very Divine Son who had stepped near the little cabin but had hesitated and retreated.
His expression was dark, and he opened his mouth with indifference:
"This place is all filled with grievances formed by a curse! The more you kill, the stronger the curse's influence on your sanity becomes."
"They now see everyone as shadows of ghosts precisely because they have fallen into this curse."
The other Divine Sons looked at him.
Chenxing seemed to recognize this person and spoke coldly:
"Isn't it a bit too late to say this now, and... at this time, do you think we cannot see that this is a curse?"
The Divine Son sneered: "Why should I remind the likes of you."
He looked at those adventurers who were fighting: "They are just lives that deserve to die."
