Zhang Yang used Dark Magic.
Dark red magic circles surrounded his body.
The moment the magic circles activated,
the evil spirits that had been enveloping Zhang Yang screamed and dispersed, as though they had encountered something that terrified them.
At the sight, Death frowned. "You certainly have some ambition!"
Death had never imagined this.
This Zhang Yang fellow
actually dared to openly absorb her power right on her own turf.
And without so much as a word to her?
Now Death was getting angry.
Of course, she still did nothing.
Deep down, Death believed that, with the tiny amount of energy in Zhang Yang's body,
he was unlikely to pose any threat to her.
Or rather, Zhang Yang could not possibly absorb the power within the Dark Dimension.
After all,
the Dark Dimension had a barrier.
No, not just the Dark Dimension.
Every domain in the multiverse had its own barrier. ...
And obviously,
the Death Realm had its own barrier as well.
One thing was abundantly clear.
The barrier around the Death Realm was definitely not something an ordinary person could break.
After all, Death was a creator god.
If any random person who knew Plunder Magic could break her Death Barrier,
how could she possibly keep the Death Realm under control?
So Death was not worried in the slightest.
Not only was she unworried, she even suppressed her displeasure and plopped down on her skeletal throne, watching Zhang Yang use his magic circles.
She wanted to see whether his Plunder Magic could actually succeed.
At that thought,
a hint of amusement crept into Death's heart.
Just then,
Death suddenly sensed that something was wrong.
Before she could react,
a wave of dizziness swept over her.
Along with that dizziness came the scene unfolding before her eyes.
Countless vengeful