章節 1769: Striking The Wicked Path

A dark scythe was in Davis's hand as he held it. However, it swayed in the air like a source of wicked steam before it disappeared, causing the people who were dumbstruck to see that it was nothing more than the Emperor of Death's energy that sliced through the Blood World Emperor.

However, they saw that the body part that was severed and extinguished into nothingness by the Emperor of Death was nothing more than the Blood World Emperor's forearm.

The Blood World Emperor's throat was partly slashed along with his arm, blood spurting from the deep gash on both severed areas as he retreated. His head looked as if it was going to fall, but then vigorous blood energy rushed from his throat and attached his head, pulling it closer as if stitching himself back.