Death roared.

The rolling breath of death surged, surging vastly, constantly pressing towards Jiang Nan.

Jiang Nan smiled: "It's interesting to have such a welcome gift when I just came back."

As he said that, he took a simple step.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Seeing this, Death exuded a more terrifying aura of death, and all kinds of terrifying attacks were constantly pressing down on Jiang Nan.

In contrast, Jiang Nan's breath was peaceful, like the wind.

Soon, a quarter of an hour passed.

"Are you OK?"

Jiang Nandao.

Opposite, Death's nose and face were swollen, and he snorted.

No Return: "..."

Fat Sword Spirit: "..."

Crush!
Chapter completed!