So even though the God of Death brought out his trump card, Lin Xuan was not afraid in the slightest.
One terrifying aura after another continuously radiated from Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan's aura was incredibly frightening at this moment. Wisps of grayish-white mist were even more terrifying as they relentlessly surged toward the God of Death.
The God of Death's expression was extremely ugly at this moment, because he had never expected Lin Xuan's strength to have already reached such a terrifying level.
In the eyes of the God of Death, he had originally believed that Lin Xuan's strength would be insufficient to contend with his trump card.
But only now—
did the God of Death gradually discover that Lin Xuan's strength was even more terrifying than he had imagined. Compared to what he had expected, Lin Xuan was even more bizarre.
Especially this grayish-white mist—it had completely surpassed the God of Death's imagination of what power could be.
The grayish-white mist was extremely terrifying now. The countless unknown auras atop it made the God of Death's heart tremble.
At this moment, the God of Death could only choose to retreat, because he knew very well that if he did not retreat now, he would lose every possible path.
Therefore, the God of Death had to retreat.
He absolutely could not be enveloped by the grayish-white mist again.
However, the grayish-white mist was incredibly bewitching, closing in on the God of Death from all directions.
Although he could temporarily avoid the grayish-white mist, sooner or later, the God of Death would be shrouded by it.
This point—
the God of Death understood very clearly, so he was extremely anxious at this moment.
He kept thinking of countermeasures, but no matter how he thought about it, he could not come up