The blood-colored scythe carried a howling wind; wherever it passed, the very space was carved open with streaks of black cracks, as if it were about to tear the entire world apart.
That terrifying power froze the air all around, as though a storm of annihilation was about to descend.
This was Nether's trump-card move, "Death God Harvest."
With this move, he had reaped countless Human Warriors' skulls.
Of course, today he had no illusions of using this method to harvest Lin Dong's skull; all he wanted was to stall Lin Dong.
He only needed to delay him for Ten Minutes, and he would become a meritorious hero of the Blood Clan, removing a gigantic hidden threat for them.
Facing his "Death God Harvest," Lin Dong smiled faintly, a trace of confidence and composure in that Smile.
The Yangxin Sword in his hand gave a slight tremor; dazzling Light flashed along the blade, as if stars were flowing within it.
Then, he unleashed Sword three.
"Whoosh～～～"
