Amidst the shadows, countless vengeful spirits emerged upon the scythe.
Zhou Sui wielded the black scythe, feeling as if he had transformed into the God of the Underworld, devoid of joy or sorrow, his eyes deep and tranquil, free of any emotion.
The surrounding space and time began to tremble, resonating with a buzzing sound.
Thud!
With a gentle swing of the black scythe, the golden Buddhist realm and the sealed time and space were effortlessly torn apart by a black light, split in two.
The arc of black blade swept forth, as if cleaving the entire world.
What?!
Fumo Immortal King was stunned, unable to react, only witnessing the black arc sweeping toward him.
The next second, he realized his head was soaring through the air, with torrents of blood gushing out.
A terrifying wave of death instantly destroyed his soul.
"No way, I, am I really dead like this?"
"Killed with just one stroke?"
Fumo Immortal King was completely bewildered, finding it hard to believe.
