"Unkillable? Beneath my gaze, there is no existence that cannot be killed."
Hearing the elemental dragons' words, a glint flashed through Xia Ping's eyes as he activated the Hell Eye in his left eye.
In an instant, his left eye completely transformed into a black vortex, as though its depths contained a hellish world that encompassed all things and radiated the aura of death.
At that moment, the entire world seemed to change beneath his gaze. Only black and white remained, while countless black threads emerged throughout the surrounding void.
These threads were the threads of death!
So long as one severed a thread of death, no matter how powerful the enemy's immortal body was, they would be utterly slain, their existence erased from its very source.
This was the terrifying power of the Hell Eye: it could see an enemy's true weakness and gaze straight into the abyss of death.
This was also the true meaning of the God of Death. He could see the death threads of every living being, and with a light harvest of the Death Scythe in his hand, no matter where they fled, they would be killed.
Xia Ping rarely used the Hell Eye's power, but at this moment, in order to eliminate these elemental dragons with elemental bodies, he employed the Hell Eye.
"What? What is this feeling?"
The Sand Dragon was exceptionally sensitive to the aura of death. The instant that eye opened, it felt the vital aura throughout its body become locked down, leaving it nowhere to run.
That black eye exuded waves of ill omen, like the Hell Nether God itself. It was steeped in the aura of death, as though it could see the end of all things.
Even though it was a medieval dragon that had comprehended the