The result of sacrificing eighty percent of her lifespan was not defeating Lin Xuan, but merely managing to hold back the grayish-white mist.
It only temporarily prevented the grayish-white mist from devouring her.
As time passed and the grayish-white mist grew denser, she would eventually be devoured all the same.
The God of Death knew this very well.
Precisely because he understood this clearly, the God of Death was filled with despair. He had already brought out his strongest power, yet even this strongest power still could not break through the grayish-white mist. Instead, as time passed, he was gradually being surrounded by it.
At this moment.
Qing Ling, standing behind Lin Xuan, was also utterly shocked.
Qing Ling had never expected Lin Xuan's strength to be so overwhelming.
The mighty God of Death had actually been suppressed so badly by Lin Xuan that he could not fight back at all.
And he looked as though he could die at any moment.
"This monster is truly too powerful. Following him really was the wisest decision I've ever made!"
Qing Ling secretly thought this as she stood behind Lin Xuan.
While Qing Ling was lost in thought, Lin Xuan attacked again. One terrifying stream of grayish-white mist after another relentlessly swept toward the God of Death. At this moment, the God of Death also fought desperately to defend himself, his fists moving constantly.
But.
He could only barely block the grayish-white mist. As time passed, cage after cage formed from the grayish-white mist gradually shrank, leaving the God of Death less and less room to struggle.
It would not be long before the God of Death was completely devoured by the grayish-white mist.
"What should I do? What should I do?"
The God of Death was extremely anxious. At this moment,