Just when the God of Death was still wondering what Lin Fan was talking about.

Lin Fan, who was ready to fight seriously, had already started to take action.

He instantly appeared in front of death.

Raise your hand!

Punch!

Boom!

A dull voice sounded, the face of the God of Death changed drastically, and his chest was hit hard. For him, as the God of Death, it was difficult for him to be harmed. He had the black mist of the undead, which allowed him to avoid ordinary damage to the physical body.

But now...

He was sure that he was really hurt.

The God of Death looked down at his chest and saw cracks appearing there, like the lines left after being struck by lightning, centered on the heart and spreading in all directions.

He looked down.

He didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

And at this moment.

Lin Fan appeared in front of the God of Death again, spread his fingers, and struck with a palm. There was a roar, and the palm force was terrifying. The powerful palm force directly formed a shock wave, covering the God of Death in an instant.

"Um?"

He stopped.

Looking at the bleeding God of Death, he frowned and said, "What's your situation? Why don't you fight back?"

He thinks things shouldn't be like this.

The God of Death is really strong.

You can feel it from the breath.

But the God of Death hit him hard with two moves.

Not even a single reaction.

I muttered in my heart.

Does he think I'm not good enough?

The God of Death could not understand Lin Fan's words.

If you can understand it, you will definitely roar, I can't see your movements clearly, what can you tell me to do?

Tick ​​tock!

Tick ​​tock!

Blood slowly fell along the path of death.

Olem watched in horror the whole time. He was so stunned that he couldn't believe the scene in front of him. The invincible God of Death was unable to fight back in front of his opponent, and he had even been beaten to the point of bleeding.

This was something he had never seen before.

"If we can win, our city will be safe."

Just when he was excited about this.

Nuchir and the others have arrived.

Lin Fan jumped directly from the plane and did not come with them. Olem saw the top leader and greeted him respectfully, but it was still difficult to conceal the excitement in his heart.

"Death is at a disadvantage."

"We can win."

…

At this time, he turned into a machine gun and kept talking about what was in his heart. He was really excited.

Nuchir heard this.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as there is hope.

"Wow, this guy is so handsome, but he's so miserable."

Xiaobao pointed at the God of Death in the sky. When he saw the blood on his body, he was a little scared and moved closer. He picked up the telescope and looked at it with great enthusiasm.

"Lin Fan, come on, beat him up."

he shouted.

Lin Fan heard Xiaobao's voice and turned around with a smile.

safe.

Don't worry, you will never be disappointed.

"Olem, how is the situation now?" Nuchier asked.

He had just arrived here and didn't know the specific situation yet, but seeing the God of Death so miserable made him feel really good.

Olem said: "He and the God of Death were unable to communicate and spoke different languages, so there seemed to be some misunderstandings between them."

"Misunderstand?"

It was hard for Nuchir to imagine what the misunderstanding between Lin Fan and the God of Death was.

Olem continued: "Just now, the scepter of the God of Death was broken, and I witnessed it with my own eyes. The scepter hit his head twice, and the last punch directly broke it."

To him.

Really, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never believe it.

"ah?"

Nuchier looked at each other in disbelief.

Death's scepter?

It is an artifact of the God of Death in mythology, possessing the power to destroy heaven and earth.

at this time.

The God of Death seemed to be completely driven into panic by Lin Fan, and he transformed into a thunderstorm. A huge storm rose from the ground, and a strong wind swept over him. A pair of eyes could be vaguely seen in the storm.

The walking corpses infected by the black fog of death were torn into pieces by the storm.

"He wants to destroy this city."

Olem said in horror.

Anubis, the god of death, was furious after being beaten by Lin Fan, and his anger was burning.

This storm is really too violent now.

Can you really resist it?

Even if it's so far away.

You can all feel the tearing force of the storm. If the storm hits the entire city, the consequences will be very serious. Maybe the entire city will disappear in this storm.

Nu Chi'er was very calm. Since he chose Lin Fan, he believed that he would be able to deal with the God of Death.

Lin Fan was surprised that the God of Death could turn into a storm.

It is indeed very powerful.

"Your methods are just like the Grim Reaper I met before. It's really powerful. But unfortunately, I can't let you pass, otherwise Xiaobao and Lao Zhang will be in danger."

"You have to stop now."

Lin Fan looked at the sweeping storm, raised his fist, roared angrily, and punched away, directly smashing the storm into pieces.

In the storm.

The God of Death stared blankly at the scene in front of him.

It was like seeing a ghost.

"How could this happen?" The God of Death said to himself. Even he did not expect that it would become like this. He is a god, sleeping in the desert, and possesses great power.

But now.

The God of Death was beaten and was a little dazed. He touched his body and found that there was no mistake. The thick blood was his divine blood. The storm that had just formed was broken up by the opponent.

"It is absolutely impossible for a being like you to be able to compete with God among humans."

"Who are you anyway?"

Facing the question of death.

Lin Fan didn't say that he didn't understand what you were saying. He had a special ability. No matter what you said, I could understand it. Maybe this was his talent.

This kind of talent is very rare.
To be continued...