In order to make his ability to extract vitality more effective, Eros would change his position from time to time, holding the scythe of death to cut the opponent with a deadly blow from a distance, causing injuries to the opponent.

Not only that, he summoned a large number of wronged souls, letting them wander stealthily in this realm of death, opening their mouths to emit shrieking screams, causing interference to Borso.

During this period, many wronged souls were locked in Bolso's gaze and died while giving birth, but this did not affect the overall situation.

Despite controlling many of the dead babies that were born, he still couldn't find the location of Eros.

Feeling the vitality in his body constantly slipping away, Borso panicked. He quickly shrunk his body and tried to break out of the realm of death that Eros had built with magic.

But would Eros do as he wished? When he was about to run, huge bony hands stretched out from the death swamp below him and grabbed Borso, blocking him in this realm of death.

Eros, floating ten thousand meters in the sky, looked down at Borso who was roaring and cursing madly below, with a slight curl of his lips. Borso probably never thought that he was so far away from him.

If you say fly a kite, then fly a kite.

In the realm of death, he felt extremely depressed as he looked at his skin that was constantly shrinking.

This was even more frustrating than his battle with the life thief. Although he couldn't beat the life thief, at least he could find where the life thief was. But where was this guy now?

I couldn't find him at all. When I wanted to leave, he used magic to stop me.

His magic spells could not cause any harm to him at all. He relied solely on that method of absorbing his vitality, draining him dry bit by bit.

He had never seen such a disgusting way of playing in his life. At this moment, he was like a frog trapped in a pot and could only watch the water getting hotter and hotter.

As soon as he tried to leave the pot, the guy would grow several hands out of the water, grab his legs and prevent him from leaving.

Is this a human???

Despair, rage, and madness all surged into Borso's heart. He immediately displayed his extraordinary posture and struggled desperately.