Expelliarmus struck the God of Death's scythe. His grip went numb, and the scythe flew straight out of his hand.
But he quickly reached out and summoned the flying scythe back to his grasp.
This left him both shocked and enraged. He had never expected a wizard's spell to work on him!
"You lowly wizard, you dare strike a god? Die!"
The next moment, the God of Death plunged his scythe into the ground and chanted an ancient incantation:
"Undead Rift · Soul Devour!"
The ground soon split open, and countless shriveled ghostly hands stretched from the rift, madly clawing at everything around them.
Harry's gaze sharpened. He immediately recognized that this rift connected to the Death Dimension.
With his power greatly weakened in the Wizarding World, Harry did not dare let down his guard.
Under his control, scarlet magic intertwined with the emerald glow of his wand, forming a translucent shield around him.
The ghostly hands struck the shield with sizzling corrosive sounds, yet they could not breach it in the slightest.
Harry slowly raised his wand, aiming its tip at the center of the rift. His voice was ice-cold.
"You use even dimensional energy this clumsily. You're the weakest Dimensional Demon I've ever seen!"
The moment he finished speaking, Harry launched another attack.
He thrust his wand forward. This time, the emerald Disintegration Beam was no longer a single-point attack, but transformed into a vast net of light that instantly enveloped the entire rift.
When the light net touched the edge of the rift, it unleashed a deafening roar. The Disintegration Beam continuously disintegrated the rift, whose very nature was that of a spatial tear.
Under the suppression of the Disintegration Beam, the pitch-black rift actually began to close slowly. The ghostly hands shrieked miserably as the net