How did he know that this is the passive skill of the God of Death Scythe.

Death harvest.

Don't say you're just a first-level sub-dragon.

Even if you are a tenth-level sub-dragon, your body is so strong that no weapon can be damaged at present.

However, as long as your vitality is less than 500.

You will still be killed instantly by the Death Scythe.

This is the domineering point of death harvest!

At this point, Yalong Ezelas was finally killed.

At this time, one-third of Wen Zilong's body was filled with carrion, and bones could be seen directly in many places.

There are no eyeballs in a pair of eyes with a diameter of more than one meter.

It's just a dark eye hole.

In his hand, he even held the death-like sickle that was 1,000 meters long and exuded the death-like energy.

On the ground, the more than 40-level ten-level powerful men from the Dragon God Temple were all extremely frightened when they saw this scene.

Some beg for mercy:

"Dragon Emperor, we...we were forced too. Please... let us go..."

Some were so scared that they didn't dare to say a word.

Some, they turned around and ran away.

Wen Zilong sneered.

Their vitality is only more than 100.

The Death Scythe swept across directly.

What's strange is that the God of Death's Scythe clearly swept across the houses and trees near these barbarian dragons.

But the houses and trees are intact.

Only these barbarian dragons, tenth-level barbarian dragons, were all cut into two sections.

All ten-level barbarian dragons have at least seven or eight life-saving trump cards on them.

However, under the Death Scythe, no life-saving trump card is activated.

Wen Zilong, holding the Death Scythe.

Flashing the ragged wings.

Rise into the air.

When he looked up, he whistled to the sky:
Chapter completed!