What the hell!?
Yes, I said I'd teach you magic.
But I never said you could draw energy from my Death Realm without my permission!
Isn't that going too far?
Death sucked in a sharp breath. "You have no respect for me at all!"
Her voice rang with anger.
Death could accept anything Zhang Yang did to the Multiverse.
But this was different.
Anything that might threaten her position as a god
was something Death could not accept.
After all, Death cared about herself, never the Multiverse.
Zhang Yang had truly pushed her to the limit.
At the thought, Death's gaze turned increasingly dangerous.
She raised a hand, apparently intending to punish him.
But Death had overlooked one thing.
Zhang Yang was no longer the man he had been before.
He had just absorbed energy from the Dark Dimension.
Now he had almost completely subdued the power Death held over that energy.
And Death clearly had not realized it.
She raised her hand to summon vengeful spirits to restrain him.
It was her favorite move.
After all, she had used it on Zhang Yang ever since he arrived in the Death Realm.
Before, she could have bound him with ease.
But now, the spirits she summoned came into contact with Zhang Yang—
and something strange happened.
Before they could even reach him, they shrieked and vanished.
The vengeful spirits seemed to have been burned by an unseen force.
They turned to ash and disappeared into the Death Realm.
While Death was still reeling, Zhang Yang said, "I have my complaints about you, but I still have to thank you for the power you gave me. Goodbye, Death."
As his words faded, Zhang Yang became a phantom before her eyes and disappeared.
Zhang Yang...
*Zhang Yang opened the gates of the