C28 Slave Death

"Assassins should retreat in an instant!"

"Earth Spike!" Suddenly, sharp earth spikes drilled out from the bluestone street. The Death God's hands and feet were quick. With a light leap, he soared into the sky.

"Supergravity Field!" The Grim Reaper's body that was in the air suddenly stopped moving. It felt as if its body had suddenly become many times heavier, as if there was a mountain pressing down on it. It couldn't help but fall down from the sky.

Below him were the sharp and threatening earth spikes. If the death god statue were to fall down like this, it would definitely cause him to feel a chill on his back.

Suddenly, the Death God's body flipped in the air, and the Death God Moon Sickle in his hands released many silver rays.

"Death God Chaotic Moon!"

Boom … With a puff of dust, the grim reaper landed safely on the ground. The sharp earthen spikes turned into dust under the attack of "Moon of the reaper".

"Swamp Technique!" Death did not feel comfortable. The thick soil suddenly turned into a swamp and a suction force firmly sucked his feet in.

He had never seen such a strange attack, it was like a demonic art.

Even though he was carrying a huge mountain on his back, even though the swamp was sucking him in, it did not stop the death god. A silver light suddenly radiated from his body, and in that instant, he flew into the air.

The Moon Sickle slashed out rays of moonlight towards Ling Batian.

Ling Batian had already cast countless defensive spells on himself before. He used the Lighten, Speed and Gale spells on himself. He used all the spells that could increase his speed, but the speed now was much faster.

Just as the streaks of silver light were about to attack Ling Batian, three walls of earth appeared out of thin air. The silver light was successfully blocked by the walls of earth, but the wall of earth also collapsed and turned into a pile of fine dirt, raising up clouds of dust.

Suddenly, he felt a strong sense of danger. His body flew up into the air and into the sky. Then, he saw the door of a shop behind him split into two halves.

Ling Batian could not help but feel depressed, and cursed in his heart: "I will fly higher, I do not believe that your Lightness Arts can still fly higher."

As he thought, he covered the Wind Blade s up to the sky, and when he was about twenty meters into the air, the death god started to become smaller, and started to laugh lightly.

"Fireball Technique" "" Water Ball Technique "" Ice Arrow Technique "" Earth Thrust "" Wind Blade "" Darkness ball "" Space Blade " Low level magic, with Ling Batian's powerful Spiritual Power, could not help it. Immediately, a rain of light of all colors fell from the sky.

That Deathgod's face couldn't help but change.

The Moon Sickle danced in his hands until not a drop of water could be seen, neutralizing all the attacks that struck at him. Immediately, the sand and rocks on the street were blown away, the sword qi was dense, and the surrounding shops were in a dire situation.

Ling Batian snickered: "Let's see how long you can last!"

With the "Guardian of the Mage", Ling Batian continued to absorb mana into his body, supporting Ling Batian's mana consumption. As if he didn't need the capital, large chunks of low-level attack magic were thrown down.

The rain of fire formed by the fireballs, the forest formed by the earth spikes, the Wind Blade s which were extremely fast, the ghost like space blades, the corrosive sphere of darkness, the water ball that was like a rain, and the mountain-like Ice Arrow Technique …

Even though the reaper's movement technique was like a phantom image and his origin energy was endless, when faced with an attack that covered the sky, he couldn't help but curse silently. This fellow was cheating …

Although they were all flesh wounds, they were battered and exhausted, and their surroundings had turned into a sea of fire. When the water ball and the fireball came into contact, it even caused a powerful explosion, and at this moment, he was like a monkey who had just set his butt on fire, jumping and jumping through a sea of different colors.

Finally, he couldn't take any more attacks. He cut off a pillar that was over ten meters tall in one strike. He held it with both of his hands and smacked the pillar with his palms. The pillar immediately flew towards Ling Batian like an arrow.

Death lifted himself onto the pillar and let it lift him into the sky.

When Ling Batian saw it, he couldn't help but be shocked. These guys all had amazing strength. This giant pillar was at least a few hundred pounds tall and was sent flying into the sky. Seeing this giant pillar pouncing towards him like a tiger, he immediately became cautious.

"Dimensional Slash", the Intermediate Spatial Magic Dimensional Slash was released and a formless huge blade rushed forward, creating sonic booms in the air. When the huge blade came into contact with the pillar, it was immediately split in half.

When the pillar was split in half, he kicked up half of the pillar. The pillar flew towards Ling Batian even faster, and the god of death jumped to the front and waved his Moon Sickle, sending silver "Moon Slash" towards Ling Batian.

Ling Batian released "Dimensional Decapitator" to eliminate the silver light and quickly retreated. Meanwhile, the god of death chased after him with half of the pillar on his back.

After exiting the street, what awaited them was a forest. The pushing force of the other half of the pillar had finally dissipated. When the Grim Reaper saw this, he charged forward! The pillar flew towards Ling Batian like a sharp arrow.

"Kill!" In that instant, it was as if the entire world had been cut down. Ling Batian had suffered from this move before, so he used the Dimensional Decapitator to meet it head on.

"Clang!" The sound of metal clashing rang out. With the powerful slash of the God of Death, Ling Batian's hair was cut off and was pushed to the side by the Dimensional Decapitator.

"Boom …" A loud sound came from the forest below. Countless birds and beasts were frightened. Ling Batian looked down and saw that a tree had been cut in half by him.

The Death God was finally out of energy and leapt onto the branch of a large tree. Like a bird, he fluttered in the air, stepping on a tree branch and not falling down.

Ling Batian did not make another move. He wanted to know who it was that wanted to kill him.

"Speak, who sent you?"

The God of Death looked at Ling Batian who was floating in the air breathlessly and did not answer Ling Batian's question. He did not seem to want to say anything more, this horrifying man, god-like man had given him too much of a shock, too much of a surprise!

Ling Batian revealed a cold smile: "If I wanted to kill you, it would be with a wave of my hand. If you tell me who sent you, I'll spare your life."

The God of Death still didn't speak, he just stared at Ling Batian fiercely, his long white hair fluttering in the wind. He didn't know the expression under the silver mask, but he guessed that Ling Batian must have been gritting his teeth.

Ling Batian snorted: "If I wanted to know who sent you, it would be easy. Don't blame me for being ruthless." An evil smile appeared on Ling Batian's lips as he thought to himself: "He's a good sapling, but unfortunately, you will be my slave!"

"Soul Whip!" Ling Batian waved his staff and the intermediate Dead Spirit Magic 'Soul Whip' came out. The Death God's face changed and he felt as if his soul was being whipped. With a scream, he fell from the ten-meter tall tree branch to the ground.

Ling Batian jumped onto the ground like lightning and released one Soul Whip after another on the body of the Death God. The Death God was rolling and hugging his head on the ground like a dog and screaming miserably.

Ling Batian quickly took out a magic potion and a brush from the Space Ring and dipped them in a magic potion. He then drew a magic array in the air and started chanting.

This is just a simple contract magic. The contract magic is an auxiliary magic, and it doesn't require much magic, but it still requires the assistance of a magical array.

"The master-servant contract is complete!" Ling Batian shouted softly. The Contract Magic Array that was glowing red in the sky turned into a ray of light and drilled into the head of the Death God. With a flash, a blood-red slave Magic Array appeared on the head of the Death God's eyebrows.

At the same time, Ling Batian also removed the soul lashes from the god of death.

The Death God panted heavily. He looked at the demon Ling Batian in panic. He could not imagine that there was such a cruel method of torture in this world. He was a demon that came from hell.

Death was cursing in his heart: This bastard, sooner or later …

"Ah …" Suddenly, from the depths of Death's soul came another wave of intense pain, a torment like fire.

In just an instant, the pain disappeared again. Death looked at Ling Batian fiercely and rushed towards Ling Batian without thinking.

"Ah …" The pain in his soul came again, the impact stopped midway, and he knelt down towards Ling Batian.

"Hahaha …" Ling Batian couldn't help but laugh when he saw the reappearance of the Death God. He was a Dead Spirit Magic Master, he also had a dark side of humanity.

When he transformed into a Dead Spirit Magic Master, he was a demon from hell.

"From today onwards, you are my slave!"

What? The God of Death looked at Ling Batian in anger, but the pain in his soul hit him again. That feeling was like begging for death, begging for death.

Ling Batian used a water mirror technique and said to the Death God, "Do you see the magic array on your forehead? "That's a magic formation for slaves, it represents the symbol of slaves. From now on, you are my slave!"

Looking at the look of disbelief in the death god's eyes. Ling Batian said again, "Do you often feel pain from the depths of your soul? Let me tell you, as long as you are a little disrespectful to me, you will be punished by the God of Contracts, and it will make you feel pain beyond death. "

Death's body violently trembled as he knelt on the ground, silent. He knew that the demon before him was telling the truth.

After a long while, the Death God slowly stood up, picked up the Death God Moon Sickle beside him, and carried it on his back once again. With his head lowered and his body bent, he once again returned to his previous decadent appearance … But, had he really returned to the past?

No, from this moment onwards, he was no longer people in the Jianghu's fearsome death god. He was Ling Batian's slave, and his eyes were no longer as cold as before.

In the past, he had killed countless people, and his heart was heavier than iron. But now, his heart had died as well.

The last bit of his will to survive had sold his soul to the fiend. The more he fell, the more decadent he became.

Is he still human? No, he was no longer a human, but a living person, a walking corpse!

"Tell me everything about you!"

"Yes, master!" Death slowly nodded, his voice dull as he replied.