C787 Chapter 787

"Huuu... Huuu... Hu..." A strong wind started blowing on the surface of the sea.

The Soul Power spread out in all directions. The sickle cut on the surface of the Great Thousand Mirror. Countless pale white Soul Power spread out in the void and turned into a river of souls that stabbed into the true body of the Death God.

"Soul harvest! The Death God tightly shook the scythe in his hand