Dart Thrower·Miles was a bit faster in the end; when he threw the darts for the second time, it was just before Li Changzhou's transformation into the 'Death God' occurred.
If there had been no mutation, the drunkard could have grabbed the Death God's scythe; even if he would have still died by Li Changzhou's sword, he could have delayed more time.
The nun raised her slender right hand, countless pieces of wood flew in, forming crosses and a bonfire.
Those who were asleep hung themselves on the crosses, heads drooping.
"Hand over your Identity Cards, or I'll kill them!" the nun shouted, her delicate voice seemed like a coquettish complaint, threatening that if they didn't let her go soon, she would ignore them for half an hour.
Li Changzhou laughed.
"If you wanted to threaten me, you shouldn't have let these people sleep."
With the Emerald Bee Sword slanting in hand, he stepped forward, the black Death God mimicking his steps in the air.
Larena shuddered all over.
