That crazy old freak appeared in the midst of the dark clouds. He resembled a true god of death, a grim reaper that controlled the lives of the populace.
His eyes were no longer muddy but gleamed with extreme sharpness instead. He stared fixedly at the gigantic buddha ahead. His astral soul then manifested, it was in the form of a grim reaper, tall, majestic, imposing and completely robed in black, materialized from death qi. His eyes manifested cycles of complex runes. Each cycle was so complicated that people would find their lives slipping away just by being gazed at.
When he turned his gaze towards the western world army, strands of divine will packed with the power of death descended from the sky. In the next instant, the countless experts among the western world army suddenly began to radiate death qi as death spirits were born, appearing behind them. These death spirits then started to devour their lives and souls.