In the underground structure, intense whirlwinds rose, shattering bricks.
Such was the power of a battle between deities, where mere gusts could pulverize everything in the vicinity.
The fight between Death and the Slaughter Demon was on the verge of breaking out.
Henry stood at a relatively hidden spot, watching their movements closely.
Suddenly, Death raised the massive bone sword in hand and charged ferociously towards the Slaughter Demon.
The sharp bone sword instantly extended several meters.
The Slaughter Demon, unfazed, draped a black cloak behind him and instantly vanished into the darkness, as if disappearing from the underground structure altogether.
Death, with eyes like ghostly flames, surveyed the surroundings with a cold hum, and then a lamp-like vessel appeared in his palm.
