However, having chosen to stay here, they had already prepared for the worst.
...
Finally, before the possession by the great god Pangu ended.
With overwhelming force, Su Yue annihilated the group of disciplinary team members one by one.
When his body returned to the mortal world, an indescribable sense of exhaustion washed over him like a tide.
He deeply realized that harnessing this power beyond one's own limits was not only a test of will, but also a severe challenge to the limits of the body.
Su Yue understood that without the possession skill of the "Great God Pangu", it would be impossible.
Although he has the means and methods to eliminate these opponents, it will inevitably cost him an immeasurable amount of time and effort.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, Kurosawa and his companions were engaged in a thrilling and fierce battle with the three Doomsday Knights. The two sides exchanged blows, and the battle was at a stalemate.
Su Yue's gaze pierced through the smoke of the battlefield and landed in the direction of Mike.
There, the thick black fog was slowly dissipating.
The legendary Grim Reaper's Scythe, a super-mythical weapon from the Grim Reaper, slowly revealed its outline, exuding a profound and mysterious aura.
"Ah—!" Mike's earth-shattering roar pierced the sky.
Su Yue could clearly see that Mike's body was undergoing a dramatic change.
Mike's once healthy skin instantly turned a terrifying purplish-red, like a purple sweet potato about to burst open, exuding an ominous aura.
Then, the purple skin visibly withered away.
The purple sheen gradually dimmed, and the skin seemed to lose all its vitality and moisture, quickly drying out and collapsing.
In the end, those once-thriving skins became even more fragile than withered wood.
Piece by piece, layer by layer, like the bark of a tree falling away in autumn, peeling off one after another.
Only a ghastly white skeleton remained standing, its once bright eyes now gone, hidden deep within the empty eye sockets.
Instead, two clusters of ceaselessly leaping white flames appeared.
It seems this guy has inherited the mantle of Death, receiving supreme power from the Grim Reaper.
Mike slowly turned his neck, accompanied by a heart-wrenching grinding sound of bones grinding together.
From every subtle movement he made, one could feel his deep satisfaction and pride in this new body.
It was as if this body, which had been infused with the power of death, was the source of power he had always dreamed of.
"Ah—! How exhilarating! Lone Wolf! I have inherited the supreme glory of Lord Death. At this moment, you are as insignificant as an ant in my eyes. Your fate is to step into the endless darkness and meet the end of death!"
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