"Kill! Kill! Kill!

The roaring sky, the ground shaking, the killing breath as if condensed into substance, turned into a huge sword, whistling toward a thin young man in black clothes.

Faced with the trembling lethality, Ye Du did not fluctuate at all on his face. He raised his arm and waved it forward.

buzz!

The power of the soul surges out like the power of a dream, which falls down like a dream. The two merge into a huge finger, which is filled with the terror of destroying everything.

Boom!

Five breaths later,'The great finger of the soul collides with the sword of killing, the power of the soul...