Shen Youzhe, wielding Dark Scythe, emerged like a phantom and struck with elusive, unpredictable attacks that blurred the line between reality and illusion, rendering them virtually unblockable.
"Ambush!"
The Divine Eye of the Pinggu World suddenly focused, yet the attack from Shen Youzhe was too bizarre. All he could see was a shadow leaping rapidly. He reached out his hand in an attempt to block this exceedingly strange entity.
"Squelch."
The world force that he summoned was shattered by a single strike from Shen Youzhe's scythe. A bloody line appeared in the center of his palm, radiating a deadly, black mist.
Shen Youzhe disappeared again. As a phantom hiding in darkness, he was a ruthless reaper, his shadowy scythe blinking ominously time and time again.
"This is the power at the second step of the World God!"
