As the Grim Reaper clone dealt with the razor-sharp snowflakes, Big Snowman raised a hand, and a blood-red Magic Array swiftly formed in the sky.
Then, amid thunderous crashes, countless bolts of Blood Thunder carrying an aura of destruction descended from the heavens. Ninety percent struck at the Grim Reaper clone, while the remaining ten percent targeted the departing Miu Star Spaceship.
"You're the arrogant one. You actually dared to attack me?"
The Grim Reaper clone sneered and thrust his spear toward the sky. Every bolt of Blood Thunder turned into a Black Thunderbolt, then gathered into an enormous black dragon that lunged at Big Snowman, claws flailing.
The Blood Thunder had been killed. The aura of death transformed its "corpses" into puppets and sent them on the attack.
The Grim Reaper clone had spent years asleep, not merely fusing with the Grim Reaper's Godhood, but also imprinting his own understanding of death upon it.
Andrew Wang had quite a friendship with Death and had cultivated death laws himself. His understanding of death was far from shallow.
Big Snowman's expression changed. He hastily opened his mouth and spewed out a torrent of cold air, trying to freeze the black dragon.
Seeing this, the Grim Reaper clone flicked his spear. A pitch-black rift appeared in the void and swallowed all the cold air.
Then the Space Rift subsided. The black dragon slammed into Big Snowman and exploded with a deafening roar, turning him into a skyful of snowflakes.
"Boring."
The Grim Reaper clone shook his head, turned back into the Scythe of the Grim Reaper, and flew back to the Miu Star Spaceship.
In truth, the Grim Reaper clone was only a manifestation of power. He had no more divine power than Big Snowman, but his combat strength was far greater.