After its aura surged, it spewed out a pale blue fireball, its power immense, heading straight for the Soul Reaper.

Then its enormous body suddenly lunged forward, following closely behind the fireball, towards the Soul Reaper. Its power was so great that the void seemed to be torn apart wherever it passed.

Faced with that incredibly powerful aura, the Soul Reaper's eyes remained indifferent. Only when the fireball was almost upon him did he suddenly swing his giant scythe.

The giant scythe, carrying a violent, yin aura, roared away, like a vast ocean of ink, instantly extinguishing the fireball and turning it into nothingness.

With a single slash, the fireball was deflected, and the giant scythe continued its howling attack, carrying with it a violent force as it hurtled towards the roc.

The giant scythe struck the roc, and an incomparably powerful aura spread out, like an unstoppable wall, firmly blocking the roc's advance.

Then the eerie, yin energy spread out, instantly engulfing the roc, leaving only residual heat in the air.

Upon seeing this, Kong Jia's eyes widened. "How is this possible?!"

Unexpectedly, his strongest attack was so vulnerable in front of the Soul Reaper, instantly turning into nothingness.

As the roc fell, Kong Jia was also thrown back, crashing to the ground with a thud and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He sat on the ground, ignoring the pain coursing through his body, his brows furrowed deeply. "This guy has actually become this strong?!"

The Soul Reaper, with a thousand years of cultivation, was far more powerful than he had imagined.

But suddenly, as if he had just thought of something, he quickly took out the brocade pouch that Ying Zheng had given him, his eyes filled with anticipation, "Perhaps this is the only hope!"