A soul struggled to emerge from the tree root, grasped firmly in a powerful hand.
This was a miniature willow tree, with the twisted, terrified face of Great Saint Gao Liu appearing on the trunk.
"Who are you? How can you wield the Great Saint's Divine Skills? Are you human or demon?"
That eerie light, Great Saint Gao Liu recognized it, it was a Divine Skill only the offspring of the Death God could use.
Scythe of Death God!
Once severely injured, under this strike, death was almost certain, beyond reason.
No method for preserving life could work.
Even an Undying Body.
Not even an Undying Body would suffice.
Of course, an Undying Body has strong resistance to instant death rules, so the success rate of Scythe of Death is low.
Even Mingdao Zi's eyes were shocked.
"What's going on?" He couldn't fully see what happened, only felt an eerie light faster than thought flash by, and the previously shouting Great Saint Gao Liu suddenly perished, mysteriously and bizarrely.
