The horrifying power collided with what seemed to be his very haggard white bones, producing countless sounds. Yet, to everyone's surprise, the white bone remained unscathed! Under the impact of such terrifying force, the White Bone Death God was as calm as if taking a leisurely stroll on the beach. With a flick of his finger bone, the massive scythe began to spin.
As the scythe spun in a shadowy blur, gusts of wind arose, dispersing the ghostly evil aura. Such profound techniques, unimaginable to gods and ghosts alike! Suddenly, as if his finger bone slipped, the scythe flew out instantly, transforming into a brilliant light in the blink of an eye. In just a moment, the twelve hell warriors stopped moving altogether. It was as if the wound clockwork in a clockwork puppet had reached its end, freezing them in place. Qingnu looked at the White Bone Death God, increasingly wary.
