"Not bad, it's been many years since anyone could hurt me. Don't worry, I won't let you die so quickly!" The mysterious man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, sucked it for a moment, then grinned with a slight bloodthirstiness. With a wave of his arms behind him, a Scythe of Death appeared in his hand!
"Just because you have a scythe, you think you're the Death God? Ha, if you don't agree, come at me!" Yun Hao was also defiant. Although he could feel the terrifying murderous intent from the opponent's scythe, so what?
No matter how strong he is, I'm Yun Hao!
Even though his arm was dislocated and he was seriously injured, Yun Hao did not fear his opponent. He used his left hand to push against the joint of his right arm with force!
Crack!
With a crisp sound, the dislocated arm was rejoined by Yun Hao. Throughout the process, his expression did not change in the slightest, his gaze fixed on the mysterious man ahead, ready to fight to the death.
