"Top God King?!"
Upon seeing this, Patriarch Long Yan and the demon envoy were shocked.
They had never seen such terrifying power. In just a blink of an eye, dozens of Heavenly Masters disappeared.
However, before they could react, the God of Death had already approached like a ghost and punched Old Ancestor Long Yan and the demon messenger several times.
"Dead Fist."
These punches may seem ordinary, but they contain the power to destroy the world.
Wherever the fist wind passed, the space shattered instantly, revealing dark space cracks that seemed to swallow everything.
Ancestor Long Yan and the demon envoy only felt an overwhelming force coming at them. They tried their best to resist, but it was still like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
The two were directly blown away by this force, the demonic energy in their bodies was shattered, and their breath became disordered.
Ancestor Long Yan was terrified to the extreme, knowing that if he didn't escape quickly today, he would die without a burial place.
His eyes flickered, and he shouted anxiously to the demon envoy: "Messenger, hold on first, I will come to help you after I deal with that fellow Nine Swords Divine King!"
After saying this, without waiting for the demon envoy to respond, he turned around and turned into a beam of fire, fleeing madly into the distance, his speed was as fast as a meteor across the sky.
"Damn Long Yan, if you don't deal with it sooner, I'll kill you later."
The demon envoy looked at the departing back of Patriarch Long Yan, feeling shocked and angry, but he had no time to care about anything else at this moment.
He knew very well that there was a huge gap in strength between him and the God of Death. If he didn't fight to the death, he would only die.
"Demon Realm."
So, he gritted his teeth, stimulated all the demonic energy in his body, transformed into a black demonic shadow, and pounced towards the god of death.
However, all this is nothing but a dying struggle in the eyes of the god of death.
"Vulnerable."
The God of Death smiled coldly, flashed his body, easily avoided the attack of the demon shadow, and then slashed the demon messenger with a knife.
The demon envoy groaned, and flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, falling heavily on an asteroid, smashing it into pieces.
The demon messenger struggled to get up, the demonic energy on his body dissipated, and blood gushed out.
He knew he was doomed, and he quickly shouted to the distant Ancestor Long Yan: "Long Yan, come and save me, I can't hold on any longer."
Unexpectedly, it would have been better if he hadn't shouted, but once he shouted, ancestor Long Yan was immediately frightened.
"Hiss~ How long will it take before it's destroyed?" Long Yan was shocked. After pretending to fight with Jiujian for a few moves, he gathered a fierce fire in his mouth and spurted it out, forcing Jiujian to retreat.
Then he transformed into his true form, the Golden Crow, and flew out into the sky. Before he left, he called out to the demon envoy, "Go with peace of mind, envoy. I will sing praises of your contributions to the demon emperors and erect a hero's tombstone for you."
The messenger who was already injured in the distance spat out a mouthful of blood when he heard this, and almost fainted from anger.
"Long Yan, I'm going to bathe you."
The demon envoy knelt on the ground, cursing
And the god of death had quietly appeared in front of him at some point, staring at him deeply with a pair of deep, rich black eyes.
Upon seeing this, the demon envoy slowly took off his black robe, revealing an old face with a bitter smile on his lips.
"Death God, as long as you don't kill me, I can tell you all the secrets of the demons."
"I can even..."
Before he could finish his words, his head was smashed to pieces by the palm of the god of death, and all his spiritual power was absorbed into his body.
The realm of the God of Death has been raised again, and is already at the level of Wan Chen and Red Mirror Demon Emperor.
After doing all this, the Grim Reaper glanced at the corpse at his feet expressionlessly, with a hint of bloodthirstiness on his face: "If you meet Yang Jian, perhaps you will still have value in living."
"It's a pity that you met me. What I hate most is people asking riddles."
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