Boom!
The Heavenly Arrow Death God crashed heavily onto the ground.
Death qi churned around his body. Xu Zimo's single strike had unleashed power like rivers and seas overturning.
The Heavenly Arrow Death God's expression changed drastically.
He asked, "What level of manifested essence blood was that?"
"Do you even need to ask?" Xu Zimo replied flatly.
"With the Three Corpses as the dividing line, the current you is nothing more than an ant."
"You dared to trespass into my Netherworld Domain. Death is inevitable for you," the Heavenly Arrow Death God said coldly.
"Even if I die in battle today, my lord will avenge me and revive me."
The people of the Netherworld Domain seemed unafraid of death.
Because they understood that if the Lord of the Dead showed mercy, they could all be resurrected.
The Heavenly Arrow Death God slowly rose to his feet.
Xu Zimo's single blow had gravely wounded him. Like a blade of grass swaying in wind and rain, he could collapse at any moment.
He spat out a mouthful of blood directly onto the Dark Bow and Arrow.
This was his own manifested essence blood.
Though it could not compare to the bottle in Xu Zimo's hand, this manifested essence blood was his most powerful strength.
As he spat out the manifested essence blood, the Heavenly Arrow Death God's aura seemed to dim by several degrees.
"With this arrow, either you die or I perish," the Heavenly Arrow Death God said calmly.
His eyes brimmed with killing intent.
He drew the bowstring. His surging aura was like a great river rushing onward, flowing into the sea and never returning.
This was an arrow that staked his life.
He had placed everything he possessed upon this single arrow.
The arrow howled, and the void twisted