The God of Death stepped on the thick black clouds and walked beside her.
The speed of his walking seemed very slow, but it was like the wind. He was obviously in front of him, but in an instant he was in front of him.
Yang Zi looked at him and saw that he was about to reach the car. He couldn't care about anything anymore and raised the small iron tower and hit him.
No matter how powerful Moye Sword is, it is just a human-made weapon.
But the small iron tower is different. Since getting it, Yang Zimei has always felt that it is not a thing in the world, but a real artifact.
The God of Death did not turn around, but suddenly bent his elbow and cut the sickle towards the small iron tower.
Wow!
There was a sharp metal collision, and a red and black light shot out between the sickle and the small iron tower, tearing the black sky...
Yang Zimei's mouth trembled slightly, and he was frightened by the sudden light and pushed back a step.
The God of Death seemed to be surprised for a moment, snorted "Huh" and turned around...
As he turned around, the hair that originally covered the other half of his face rose up...
Seeing that half of his face, Yang Zimei was stunned again.
The half of his face before was exactly the same as Xue Hu's, so handsome without any flaws.
Unexpectedly, the other half of his face was like Shura. In addition to being jet black, it was also in a state of decay. You could even vaguely see disgusting bugs crawling on it.
And the eye here is different from the one just now. It has no pupils and is only red.
It was as red as all the blood in the world gathered inside, which was shocking.
Isn’t it really a snow lake?
Yang Zimei stared blankly at the half-angel, half-demon face of the God of Death...
She felt a little flustered.
This panic does not come from the terror of the face of the God of Death, but from the fear of whether this God of Death is the calamity of Snow Lake.
The God of Death didn't care about her astonishment. He picked up the sickle in his hand again and hit it on the small iron tower in her hand...
The red light of the small iron tower suddenly appeared, and the entire size quickly increased, until it was almost the same size and height as Yang Zimei. It seemed to be spiritual, and it faced the challenge of the sickle.
Another black and red light shot into the sky, and then exploded on the sky like fireworks, with tiny firelights scattered in all directions. It looked beautiful and bright, but also thrilling.
The eight bodyguards following behind naturally couldn't see Yang Zimei coming on the black clouds. They only saw the small iron tower in her hand getting bigger, and finally a strange light shot into the sky.
Of course, they also felt that the atmosphere around them was very different, as if they were standing in a desolate slaughterhouse...
They would not even frown in front of a strong enemy, so they unconsciously hugged their arms to let go of the sudden goosebumps.
They really don't know what happened.
Huo Wenhua once told them that the girl was not an ordinary person, and they must obey her instructions in everything and ignore them.
However, Huo Wenhua, who is haunted by Yin Qi and whose magnetic field channels are similar to those of ghosts and gods, can see ghosts and gods, and can also see the battle between Yang Zimei and the God of Death.
The battle seemed to be only a few, but it made him tremble with fear and break out in cold sweat.
However, he could not clearly see the face of the God of Death. He could only roughly see a man whose whole body was filled with black energy. It felt very depressing and shocking.
Thinking of Yang Zimei's first order, he also guessed that it might be the God of Death.
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[I’d like to ask, did everyone forget to vote for Xixi’s Rookie of the Year because Xixi got less? There was more than 300 votes difference from the first place. I’m so depressed~~~~(_)