At that moment, time seemed to go back a hundred times and forward a hundred times.

This action is like a stunt shot in an American blockbuster, repeated thousands or hundreds of times in one ten thousandth of a second.

The two collided, but nothing happened. As always, the magic sword was still powerful, and the crystal coffin still swallowed the sky.

As if the God of Death had expected such an outcome, his eyes suddenly opened and he said sternly: "Destroy."

At this moment, there was a slight throbbing in the air.

This throbbing is like the heart of an ignorant girl. When meeting a handsome young man, the inevitable heartbeat is irresistible, frightening and exciting at the same time.

Starting from the side of the God of Death, the space began to shatter, and the dark clouds gathered in the sky began to rain down shocking thunder.

The streaks of lightning seemed to announce the end of this world and the coming of another new world.

The mouth of Mohun's tiger cracked open, and blood poured into the magic sword like wisps of blood.

At the moment when the space began to shatter, Mo Hun suddenly felt a very powerless feeling in his heart, and his whole body became helpless and sluggish.

A sense of panic that the end of the world is coming quietly, constantly eating away at Mo Hun's mind.

Mo Hun glanced back at Tang Yan, the little demon giant dragon.

Gradually, my thinking began to blur.

Starting from the ground beneath Mo Hun's feet, everything began to blur.

Slowly, Mo Hun lost sight of his legs, then his waist and abdomen, knowing that he could no longer feel himself.

At the last moment when his mind disappeared, he only saw the magic sword and the crystal coffin, still fighting against each other.

"As long as the sword is there, I won't die, for sure!" The last thought in Mo Hun's head flashed away.
Chapter completed!