C373 (2/2)
Ye Ling sneered, he did not intentionally hide his intentions, if Yan Luo did not use the Sickle of the God of Death, he would definitely die.
Yin Susu who was lying on the ground heard the conversation between Ye Ling and Yan Luo. She suddenly remembered that Ye Ling had said that if Yan Luo used the Scythe of Death, it would be hard to determine the victor.
”Can he really do it?” Yin Susu was terrified. Yan Luo had treated her frivolously, to the point that she hated her to the bone. Furthermore, Yan Luo didn't want to share a bed with a dead person.
Thinking to this point, Yin Susu secretly thought about it. She raised her head to look at Yan Luo in front of him, and her eyes were filled with killing intent.
”Afraid?”
”You don't have the qualifications!”
Yan Luo furrowed its brows, as a sinister look appeared on its face. After which, it abruptly raised its hand, grabbing the air.
BANG!
Ye Ling's pupils contracted. Against the Sickle of the God of Death, he actually did not have much confidence to withstand it, because the time that the Sickle of the God of Death stopped made it hard to guard against.
Swish!
Right at this moment, Yan Luo suddenly brandished the Scythe of the God of Death, and a huge figure actually appeared in the air.
”The Dharma Idol of the Death God!”
Ye Ling revealed a face of shock. The giant black figure was the god of death, its entire body enveloped in black energy, its eyes scarlet red. At the same time, it waved the same Sickle of the God of Death, overlapping quickly with Yama's Sickle of the God of Death.
Ye Ling's expression tensed, his tiger body shook, and the Buried Skies Coffin in his body instantly rushed out, transforming into a bloody light and directly clashing with the Sickle of the God of Death.
BOOM!
A cry of alarm exploded as the void trembled. The attack from the Sickle of the God of Death was forced apart. Ripples appeared in the air, and wherever it passed, it would stop for a split-second.
That was the power of time. It could be the same as the power of space, and freeze all living things. However, the power of time could take away everything, even life. This was the scythe of death's most terrifying aspect.
Puff!
Ye Ling and Yan Luo vomited blood at the same time and were sent flying. One strike against two people and they did not get any advantage at all.
Ye Ling knelt on one knee, his face was pale white like paper, and the Buried Skies Coffin in front of him was unexpectedly glowing much dimmer.
Yan Luo gasped for breath in mid-air. Its clothes were severely damaged. The Death God's Scythe in its hand dimmed as it controlled the space around it.
”Whiz!”
Just as Ye Ling and Yama Minamiya were about to launch their attacks, Yin Susu suddenly soared into the sky from the side.
”Nether King Heavenly Flame!”
Yama Luo's expression changed drastically when he saw this. Pluto was a fire lotus formed by Pluto. He possessed the power of Pluto and had the power to destroy the world.
Ye Ling was surprised to see Yin Susu take action, but Yan Luo, who was in the air, was flustered. He had wanted to fight Ye Ling to the death with him, but was interrupted by Yin Susu.
”Slut!”
”Go to hell!”
Yan Luo was furious. It was impossible for him to defend against the Hellfire. The Sickle of the God of Death in his hand suddenly swept out, sweeping away all the time ripples in an instant.
BOOM!
The fire lotus exploded, and at the same time, the Death Scythe in Yan Luo's hand was blasted away.
”Ye Ling, quickly kill him!”
Yin Susu saw that the time was right, and anxiously shouted for Ye Ling to warn him.
”AHH!” Yin Susu screamed miserably, blood dripping from her mouth. Her eyes were filled with despair;
Ye Ling's expression changed greatly as he rushed forward. Just as he was about to approach Yan Luo, Yan Luo suddenly threw the Yin Susu in its hands towards him.
”Su Su!”
Ye Ling looked startled, and immediately caught Yin Susu in her arms. When he looked at Yin Susu, Yin Susu had already died, her face was so pale that there was a relieved smile on it.
Ye Ling could not bear to see his fail to fulfill her promise, and he actually failed to do so. Yin Susu died miserably, which had to do with him.
With his eyes completely red, Ye Ling kept Yin Susu. Since he couldn't let her leave this place alive, he could only bury her outside, far away from the Nether Abyss.
”Humph!” This slut actually betrayed me for you, Ye Ling, you sure are capable! ” Yan Luo smiled sinisterly, the anger in its heart overflowing. Its killing intent was extremely strong.
”Shut up!”
”Don't think that I can't do anything to you just because you're a Nether Abyss!”
Ye Ling was furious, he roared fiercely and raised his hand to send the Buried Skies Coffin flying horizontally across the sky. Then, Ye Ling turned into a shadow and flew into the air in the blink of an eye.
Yan Luo's pupils contracted. Its hideous expression revealed a hint of savageness. It suddenly swung its arm and the Death Scythe suddenly flew back. It turned into a black shadow and once again brandished its scythe.
BOOM!
The Buried Skies Coffin and the Sickle of the God of Death collided, and the terrifying impact exploded. Yan Luo spat out blood in that instant, and its expression became dispirited.
In that moment, Ye Ling appeared. With a fierce look on his face, he slashed his sword down.
Puff!
”AHH!” The moment the sword fell, Yan Luo let out a miserable scream. Its body was instantly sliced into two, blood splattering everywhere. Its body exploded, turning into a black mist and actually wanted to take the opportunity to leave.