Su Mu, wearing the cloak of the Death God, had the shadows of the Death God that had appeared one after another.

The cloak is automatically without wind, and the cloak is rustling. The edges and corners of the cloak formed by evil spirit are also ragged.

Under the cloak of Death, Su Mu's face could no longer be seen.

The only thing you can see.

It is a pair of scarlet and full of death eyes.

"call."

An exaggerated sickle appeared under the black cuffs.

Su Mu slowly raised the sickle in his hand and slashed out at the light pillars in front of him.

"break!"

"Bang!!!"

The light column broke directly under the attack of the God of Death Scythe!

The formation was twisted, the light column dissipated, and the prison god formation in Tian Wu's mouth completely disappeared.

As the formation was destroyed, Tian Wu also felt sweet in his throat and swallowed it back.

Although the blood was not vomited, Sumu, whose perception was unprecedentedly improved, was still at the change of Tianwu.

A hoarse and low voice came from under the cloak of death.

"I smelled blood..."

"The smell of blood always makes me excited..."

He raised his hideous sickle and walked towards Tianwu step by step.

That power that was once unmatched.

The power that was once unshakable.

At this moment, in front of Su Mu, it seemed that that was.

That's all...

"Tianwu, I finally know one thing."

"So I... am the god of death."

"The power of death never wanted to erode me."

"This power belongs to me."

“It just wants to go back to me.”

"This power belongs to me, but I have been resisting it."

"It's ridiculous."

“As a God.”

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Chapter completed!