There has never been a living person under the blade of death.

With or without compassion and mercy, life will always come to an end.

However, life itself is never something that can be ignored.

Working hard, struggling, resisting, and fighting for may only be a matter of time, but for every individual, it is a crucial moment.

At this moment, the Black Scythe of the Death Manager did indeed slash its opponent silently.

The blade, which emitted endless cold light, had already hooked the middle-aged man's neck and touched his skin.

And, step further.

Based on the experience of the death manager and the information feedback on the spot, it got an intelligence:

This power tool that takes it as the fundamental is indeed as usual, directly reaping the other party's life, the other party's soul, and even depriving the other party of the root of existence in the present world.

Unfortunately, it's only part.

An extremely tiny part.

The "harvest" command executed by the law of death on the black sickle is still continuing, and it is like an out-of-control beast that cannot be terminated.

The death manager, the faceless and feet-less individual, without hesitation, abandoned this power tool that was almost equivalent to himself without any hesitation.

It floated, glided in the air, retreated, and then stopped moving in a position parallel to Wang He.

Under the empty head cloak like a black hole, there seemed to be a pair of colorless and invisible eyes staring ahead.

There is a "ordinary and sloppy" middle-aged human man who is gradually showing his smile.

And, a strange sickle that was like a man "sucked" on his neck, spreading countless gray shadows from the inside.

The sickle was like a seed rooted in the void, growing and spreading unlimitedly at the moment of getting nutrients.

The law of death crawled over the hollows around.

Like a spider, it opened its large gray-white silk web.

This sickle is completely different from before at this moment, as if it has gained some kind of increase due to the devouring of souls and has taken on its true appearance.

That is exactly the law of death itself.

Born from the void, everywhere, everywhere, one of the true laws of superiority.

Ironically, the target it attacks at this time is no longer limited to the middle-aged man who is like a black hole and cannot be "harvested" the exhausted one.

Instead, turn toward its former master, the manager of death, and extend its "arm" representing the Netherworld.

Then, the answer was received:

"You are wearing a special outer skin and have special abilities."

"But in this world, who is not?"

The voice of the death manager was not hesitant or hesitant at all, and was filled with an invisible "confidence".

Those strongest people who are based on their own beliefs have inherent confidence in the world.

As long as the trump card still exists and as long as the "possibility" is still possessed, you will never give up.

Even the "soul manager" who was once rescued by Wang He never gave up thinking the moment before waiting for death.

She believes in the choice between interests and interests, and more so in the special relationship between souls.

The tacit understanding similar to fate that has been throughout countless years.

"Wang He will definitely open up a path for her to survive."

This is an inevitable and has been realized "simple prophecy".

Now, something similar has been reproduced again.

I saw the laws of death that spread to the death manager suddenly stopped outside its black cloak.

Unable to invade.

These laws simply cannot feel any nutrients called "life" from that black cloak.

They, like fire, avoid the wind.

In fact, it was the wind that blew the fire.

In the face of a more powerful law of death, the power of the same origin is meaningless.

The gray net was instantly surrounded, compressed, and swallowed by an invisible, larger net.

Suppress, then disappear intovisible.

It seems that behind the Death Manager, there is a bigger monster.

On the other hand, the middle-aged man effortlessly took the sickle from his neck with two fingers.

Then, the black sickle turned into a black air like a shadow, and it would no longer exist if it didn't take much.

The man glanced at the death manager, withdrew his smile, and said, "I said something wrong before. You are almost the same as that guy back then."

"But the ending will be the same."

A cold laugh suddenly came from the black cloak: "Is the declaration of death?"

"This has always been my privilege, human."

It meaningfully applies a title that Wang He had an influence on the man.

It tries to touch the scales and cause the enemy to fluctuate. After all, anger is always a fire that burns the calm.

Those who are easily affected by individual emotions can only end up being inferior.

But, the inner demon is a special product that everyone has.

This contradiction will never lack spiritual attacks and defenses at any level.

However, this choice of death managers seems to be wrong.

The middle-aged man suddenly lost his voice.

It is obvious that nothing has changed in reality, but all individuals who exist in the world suddenly felt a disorder that arises from the bottom of their hearts at the same time.

It seems that the world has changed at this moment.

Wang He instantly captured a signal, and then stepped past the death manager and took a step forward.

He was in the middle of the death manager and the middle-aged man.

"Can I join this conversation?"

"I have always been very interested in all the existences that can communicate."

"Even if he tried to erase me the last moment, this conclusion would not change."

"Because, I will inevitably make myself invincible."

Wang He said something very consistent with the middle-aged man's comment on him before...

A statement that represents "arrogance".

He seemed to not take the enemy seriously at all.

He was condescending, just like a human being looking down at an ant, observing the other person.

But when he did this, the middle-aged man's expression eased a little, and he showed a smile.

"Study thoroughly first, and then deal with it at will?"

"Although you know that there is a difference between you and the 'it' back then, the methods of acting are surprisingly consistent."

"Is it the inheritance from the 'tree'?" the middle-aged man murmured.

After hearing this, Wang He laughed without saying a word.

He paused for a moment, looked around the various races and individuals around him, and returned to the middle-aged man.

He suddenly declared loudly: "So, this 'sir' who suddenly visited here, cleverly interfered with the situation and caught everyone off guard, what should I call you?"

"No matter what the purpose is, at least in fact you still have the time to talk to us."

"Then, taking up each other's time a little will probably not go against your long-term wishes."

The middle-aged man suddenly stared at Wang He and asked, "Wish?"

He seemed to have a special reaction to the words that Wang He deliberately chose.

He took a deep breath, as if thinking about something, looked at Wang He again and said slowly:

"Do you want to know our wishes?"

Wang He nodded.

"Do you have the ability to bear our wishes?"

Wang He said nothing.

"Can you realize our wish?"
To be continued...