Chapter 1139: One Move
Dole glanced over.
This Death God was enormous, one of the Shaman God Family's most powerful techniques. Unlike the Death God Dole had seen before, this one was filled with majesty and vitality, as though it were a living Death God. Every movement it made seemed one with the people below, incomparably real.
Unlike the Death God Meditation Method he had previously encountered in this world, this Death God held an enormous greatsword, one with an exceptionally powerful sense of substance.
From that greatsword, Dole sensed an overwhelmingly powerful might of death, as though one stroke would let this Death God carry him away.
Dole's Mystic Corpse Worm avatar raised its head and looked at the other side, its eyes filled with caution. It slowly stepped forward, gazed at its opponent, and said unhurriedly, "Since you want to make a move, then let's have some fun. I also have a Death God-type meditation method. Let's decide who is superior through the Death Gods."
The Mystic Corpse Worm avatar slowly walked out, while the other three avatars swiftly retreated, leaving the battlefield to the two of them.
As soon as the Mystic Corpse Worm avatar stepped forth, the death aura around it immediately spread out. Before long, it formed a Death God phantom roughly a hundred meters tall. Unlike this world's Death Gods, this one was illusory and far more abstract, rather than materialized.
A hazy cloak, a hazy silhouette—only the enormous scythe in its hand, like a bridge of death laid across heaven and earth, was incomparably real.
Seeing this, the five of them relaxed instead. Their opponent was not particularly powerful; even his mana projection had not materialized. That proved his strength was lacking.
Seeing this, Nashya threw back his head and laughed wildly, and