The darkened scythe of the Death God is only more than five meters long.

Compared to Wen Zilong's 100-meter-long body, it seems insignificant.

However, when the Grim Reaper's Scythe appeared, some numbers immediately appeared in Wen Zilong's mind.

When his eyes saw the third-level barbarian dragons on the ground, their vitality appeared in his mind.

Their vitality is only 30.

The fifth-level barbarian dragons have 50 vitality.

And when his eyes fell on the Along Ezerath in front of him, his vitality reached more than 1,000.

However, with the emergence of the Death Scythe, his vitality began to decline.

1030…

1029…

1028…

This value does not drop quickly, but it is not slow either.

This Grim Reaper Scythe is indeed a perverted weapon.

You don’t have to fight with your opponent. As long as you slung here quietly, your opponent’s vitality will be continuously absorbed by the Death Scythe.

However, as Ezelas escaped, the value began to decrease slowly.

Wen Zilong sneered, and teleported, blocking Ezelas.

Ezelas is flying at full speed.

Unpredictably, I hit Wen Zilong directly.

In Wen Zilong's mind, Ezelas's vitality was decreasing rapidly at this time.

1018…

1008…

998…

Previously, it reduced by 1 point each time.

Now the distance between them is almost 0, and they can actually reduce 10 points each time.

This is too perverted.

When Ezerath saw that Wen Zilong had collided with him, a huge amount of mental power was crushing towards Wen Zilong.

In his mouth, the ferocious words roared:

"I don't know what it is. Let you see what is the third-level peak mental power."

Wen Zilong laughed when he heard this.

The mental power instantly counterattacks.

Ezelas felt a violent and domineering mental power crushing towards him.

He was extremely frightened.

He quickly retracted his mental power.

If he was one second later, his mental power would probably be defeated and he would become an idiot.

In horror, he quickly condensed a huge rock and smashed it hard at Wen Zilong.

And he himself turned around and ran away again.

However, purple lightning blocked the way in front of him, and he could not escape.

Behind him, Wen Zilong had a claw and smashed the huge rock.

At the same time, purple lightning continued to rush on Yalong Ezelas at an incomparable speed.

With the continuous attack of purple lightning, Ezelas's vitality declined faster.

Every time the purple lightning attacks, Ezelas's vitality will drop by at least five points.

If there are too many, it can even drop by more than ten points.

When I looked at it again, the vitality of Yalong Ezelas was only more than 600 points left.

He naturally cannot see his vitality when his vitality decreases.

But he could feel that his condition was much worse than before.

The speed was a little slower and the power was a little smaller.

The most important thing is the spiritual level.

Because he could clearly feel that he was no match for Wen Zilong.

He ran forward while flapping his wings:

"Wen Zilong, do you really think you can kill me today?"

"Tell you that Yalong has many ways to save his life, so many that you can't imagine. Besides, I am Yalong from 100,000 years ago."

"So what if your strength is better than me?"

"So what if you can beat me for the time being?"

"I can't kill me, wait until my strength [Bayi Chinese website www.zw-du.me] recovers. At that time, I will tear you away!"

It would be fine if he didn't say it, but when he said that, Wen Zilong suddenly felt angry.

The pile of corpses that were more than 30 meters tall, torn in half, appeared in my heart.

He was furious.

In my mind, Ezelas's vitality was only a little over 500 left under the continuous consumption of purple lightning.

530…

520…

510…

500!

At this moment, the god of death above Wen Zilong's head was practiced and a dead aura instantly exuded a breath of silence.

Such aura may only be felt in hell.

Although this breath is not ice attribute.

But it made all the barbarian dragons and humans feel cold in their hearts.

The back of the spine became cold.

Even Yalong Ezelas was trembling in his heart.

Looking back.

Just now, Wen Zilong had already grasped the Death Scythe at his right claw.

The Grim Reaper's Scythe grows in the wind at this moment.

From the previous five meters long, it instantly reached more than one thousand meters.

These more than a thousand meters are enough to make up for the distance between them.

Wen Zi's eyes showed murderous intent, and murderous aura was everywhere on his body.

The words full of anger roared out from their mouths:

"Ezelas, die for me-"

The next moment, the Death Scythe drew a semicircle with a radius of one thousand meters in the sky.

Ezelas's body was cut into two sections directly by this semicircle.

Ezelas looked at his broken body in disbelief.

How is this possible?

Why did my body be cut into two parts like this?

What about the many magic weapons for protecting body?

Why didn't it start?

Moreover, his body is harder than pure gold, but he was cut into two pieces by this ugly black sickle?

No……

Until his death, Ezelas did not believe it.

I don’t believe in my many life-saving cards, but when I face the threat of my life, I didn’t even activate one.

I don’t believe that I will die at the hands of a newly evolved Yalong.
To be continued...