God of Death was utterly aggrieved!
He was a god, yet he was beaten to a pulp by Ling Yun, and it hurt him to his core. How many years had it been? Even Candle Dragon could not kill him, but he had to admit that Ling Yun was powerful to such a degree.
"Are you desperate?" Ling Yun smiled playfully, the Demon Blood Whip in his hand never stopping its lashes.
"I won't let you go." God of Death was still stubborn. He had not expected that devouring Ling Yun would injure him like this. It was sheer carelessness on his part, but he was merely in pain and could still endure it.
"Oh!"
Ling Yun put away the Demon Blood Whip, and more than a dozen balls of fire rose around them in various colors, with fire-red being the most numerous.
God of Death swallowed hard. Divine fires? So many of them? Who on earth was this man? Just looking at those flames made him inexplicably panic.
"I cannot die, bring it on!" The true body of God of Death erupted with tyrannical power and an aura of death so dense that even Ling Yun gave him a wide berth.
Boom!
Ling Yun's towering pillar of fire destroyed the skull and also shattered God of Death Domain. Flames covered the ground, and the once-again-shattered domain ceased to exist.
The soul body of God of Death was difficult to see. It landed on a pile of rubble, its black robe burned away by Ling Yun, and it used the stones to form a body once more.
Its soul body was much weaker, yet it remained wildly arrogant, dodging Ling Yun's Demon Blood Whip and continuing to fight him at the peak of intensity.
"Phew! I've played enough." Ling Yun