What Death had never expected was that Zhang Yang would actually start reciting the Vishanti's incantation.
For a moment, she froze.
Then she looked at Zhang Yang and found him utterly fascinating.
It really had been a long time since she had met anyone so interesting.
Death did not interrupt him. She merely watched with interest as he kept chanting.
A smile lingered on her face.
After a little while, when Zhang Yang was still reciting the Vishanti's incantation, Death said, "Enough. You could chant until your throat gave out, and it still wouldn't do any good. The Vishanti's incantation has no effect on me."
Death looked at Zhang Yang as she spoke.
After all, once beings reached the level of gods, their abilities were essentially on par.
Could one god's incantation affect another god?
That was practically impossible.
Death had only been teasing Zhang Yang. She had never imagined he would take it seriously, much less keep chanting so persistently.
She almost felt bad about teasing him any further.
So Death decided to stop him.
But Zhang Yang did not stop.
He simply continued chanting at her.
Seeing that her first attempt to stop him had apparently accomplished nothing, Death decided not to bother anymore.
She merely continued watching him chant.
As Zhang Yang kept reciting the Vishanti's incantation, Death suddenly sensed a disturbance within her Death Realm.
The disturbance left Death a little dazed.
Before she could react,
Death heard a roar.
Then the entire Death Realm began shaking violently. Countless malevolent ghosts wailed, crashing about the realm as though they had gone mad.
Specters, bones, ghostly claws... even the souls began to grow restless.
Were they in pain?
It was as though someone were performing rites to deliver them.
Death was stunned for a moment.
Wait...
*What