The misty figure of the Cursed Necromancer King suddenly flickered as if trembling when he heard Jacob's words, and its crimson eyes glowed even more intensely.
"Who are you, and what do you know about curses?" He spoke again, but his voice no longer had any killing intent but agitation.
Jacob coldly replied, "I'm someone you can't afford to offend in your current situation. As for what I know about cures, I know enough to understand that this curse should be cast by a powerful Evil Poison Lord on you, but when you try to break it with a blood sacrifice ritual, you only make it worse, thus turning your current situation and your nation into this walking dead.
"You're only sane because you're using the law essence and that formation to keep the curse in check, and if I'm not wrong, you wanted to use my student special constitution to give another try breaking the curse."