At that moment, the Death God's eyes were filled with despair. If he had been given enough time, he definitely could have restored his strength to its peak. And as long as his strength returned to its peak, he was confident he could kill Lin Xuan.
But what left the Death God helpless now was that Lin Xuan simply refused to give him any time.
Not to mention restoring his strength to its peak—even slightly increasing his power was impossible.
The Death God was extremely anxious, but there was nothing he could do. He could only helplessly use the Scythe of Death and Death Longsword to continuously block Lin Xuan's fists.
But every one of Lin Xuan's punches sent the Death God flying. At this moment, the Death God was vomiting blood in great mouthfuls.
Lin Xuan had severely wounded him.
Hatred and despair filled the Death God's eyes.
He truly had no way out.
"This human's fists are simply too terrifying. I'm no match for him at all right now. If I want to overpower him, I have to use a forbidden technique!"
The Death God possessed his own territory, but he did not want to reveal this trump card. Once he did, he would lose the possibility of becoming stronger.
In the Death God's heart, he had always wanted to become an existence like Xuantian.
Once he used his trump card, there would no longer be any possibility of becoming a legend like Xuantian.
Therefore, unless absolutely necessary, the Death God was unwilling to use his trump card. But now, the time had come when he had no choice.
If the Death God continued hiding his trump card, he would likely die directly at Lin Xuan's hands.
Thus, at this moment, the Death God took a deep breath.