The Form of the Disease Demon represented death energy.
A technique that forcibly stole the life force of living beings.
At this moment, Xu Zimo's body was filled with dense death energy, endless death energy merging with the outside world.
"Then let's see which of us can hold out longer," Xu Zimo said with a grin.
Death energy lingered within his body and the body of that three-headed, six-armed monster.
Xu Zimo was not afraid. Even if death energy rotted away his body, he still had the Tree of Life.
But the monster was different. Though it had great resistance to death energy, once everything reached a critical point—
The monster's originally robust body gradually darkened.
Its six arms began falling off bit by bit, and its eyes slowly dimmed as well.
Dense death energy filled the space between them.
The monster raised a hand, seeming as though it wanted to say something, but no words came. Only its enormous body continued collapsing bit by bit.
The sounds of "crack, crack" rang beside his ears.
Xu Zimo took a deep breath. Only after watching the monster completely vanish did his originally stiff body slowly begin moving again.
The death energy within him was completely expelled.
"What a troublesome thing," he muttered.
His feet stepped onto the trench. The ground was hard, and the death energy was no longer as dense as before.
Continuing onward, Xu Zimo crossed the trench of death energy and arrived at a plain.
The Life and Death Brush, which had previously vanished into the void, appeared before him once more.
The Life and Death Brush trailed ink-splash-like strokes as it stretched from one end of the heavens to the other.
Seeing its tip sweep across the sky, it seemed about to write something.
Xu Zimo could