Wang Xian crouched down, grabbed Yang Shou's head with his right hand, and said calmly, "I'll give you one last chance!"
"Peh!"
Yang Shou opened his mouth and spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm straight at Wang Xian's face.
Although Wang Xian could kill Yang Shou at any time, he had remained on guard against him. He remembered well that villains died from talking too much... pfft, no, he remembered not to underestimate any opponent, not even an ant!
The bloody phlegm had barely left Yang Shou's mouth when it was frozen in place by an invisible force, then shot back into Yang Shou's mouth at even greater speed.
"Cough, cough..."
Yang Shou coughed desperately, and his already pale face began turning purple.
"Brother-in-law, that's disgusting!"
Mu Jin's disgusted voice rang out.
Wang Xian ignored Mu Jin and continued looking at Yang Shou. "Looks like you don't want to live. Then go die!"
Yang Shou stared in shock at the seven Death Gods confronting Yao Biao. If Zhu Tian Wan was telling the truth, then those seven Death God-like figures truly were the natural enemies of the Death God Race—enemies so absolute that the Death God Race could not resist in the slightest!
"Are they from the Death Realm?"
"Are those members of the Death God Race?"
A moment later, Yang Shou asked, "Are they Death Gods too?"
Seeing that the seven Death Gods still had not attacked and feeling uncertain about them, Lu Qi finally spoke up.
Zhu Tian Wan immediately explained, "Ever since those seven appeared, my body has been dissipating, and the speed is gradually increasing. I can feel that those dissipating parts of my body are being absorbed by them. If you hadn't come, I would probably have had to fight the top geniuses of the