Chapter 2254
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"Arrogant and ignorant."
Scythe didn't believe that a spiritualist who could fight against two million vengeful spirits really existed in this world.
So, when Chen Zhao said that, he naturally thought that Chen Zhao was bragging.
Or maybe Chen Zhao didn't understand what two million meant.
Scythe raised the Grim Reaper Scythe above his head. The dark clouds in the sky formed a huge vortex.
The vortex started from the Grim Reaper Scythe.
The vengeful spirits in the vortex were being sucked into the Grim Reaper Scythe.
With power that could destroy everything, it shot toward Chen Zhao.
Chen Zhao watched as the apocalyptic power shot toward him.
But he didn't look too serious. Instead, he murmured to himself, "Such a majestic scene. It's a pity there's no audience."
"Just tremble in front of my power of God."
Scythe thought that Chen Zhao's murmur was fear.
"Brother, you overestimate yourself. Your power is like the Pacific Ocean compared to God."
"Stubborn. You'll become one of my thousands of servants."
Chen Zhao narrowed his eyes and didn't fight back. The dark lava wrapped around him and blocked the flood.
The two million vengeful spirits were a huge amount of "wealth."
If Chen Zhao had to collect them himself …
Even if he had the ability, he wouldn't have the guts to do this.
His moral bottom line and the test of human nature made it impossible for him to do this.
But it wasn't difficult at all to take other people's things.
He wouldn't have any psychological burden.
He'd let others take the blame and he'd take the benefits.
Then there was the scythe.
That was the Grim Reaper Scythe.
He had borrowed it from Blackie many times before, wanting to study Blackie's Grim Reaper Scythe.
But Blackie had always rejected him.
This time, Blackie wouldn't have anything to say if he took something else.
"Go again!"
Seeing that Chen Zhao was still fine under the terrifying attack of the vengeful spirits, Scythe was even more shocked and furious.
Scythe used almost all his strength. The flood of vengeful spirits surged even more violently.
However, this attack wasn't fundamentally different from the previous ones.
"Brother, can't you do something else? For example, absorb the two million vengeful spirits into your body and convert their power into your own. "
Scythe felt like he was going crazy.
The person he was facing was not only powerful enough to make one's hair stand on end.
Even his thoughts were terrifying to the point of making one's hair stand on end.
Absorb two million vengeful spirits into his body?
That was no different from suicide.
Not to mention two million vengeful spirits, he wouldn't even be able to handle two thousand.
He was able to control two million vengeful spirits because he wielded the Death God Scythe.
However, this did not mean that he could really devour two million vengeful spirits.
Although he arrogantly called himself a god here.
But he knew his own family well.
Whether it was outside or inside, the only thing he could do was to control these vengeful spirits to attack his enemies.
He didn't even dare to put down the Scythe of the Grim Reaper.
Because he was the one who killed these vengeful spirits.
Put down the Scythe of the Death God, and these two million vengeful spirits would lose all restraints.
He didn't know if the enemy in front of him would die or not, but he was definitely going to die.
"Looks like you don't have any other moves. How about this, lend me your scythe to play with and I'll spare your dog life."
"Go to hell!" Sickle flew into a rage and shouted, "Mutual destruction of grievances!"
Countless vengeful spirits exploded around him.
Every vengeful spirit was a massive body of energy.
The explosion of every vengeful spirit would bring a terrifying impact.
Even the user of the scythe was afraid of the power of thousands and tens of thousands of vengeful spirits exploding.
He kept distancing himself from the vengeful spirit to prevent himself from getting caught up in the explosion.
But the next moment, his pupils constricted.
He saw Chen Zhao walk out of the violent explosion unscathed.
"Chains of Hell!"
At this moment, countless vengeful spirits fused together. Their spirit bodies twisted and transformed, forming huge black chains.
The black chains wrapped around Chen Zhao. On the other end of the chains, countless vengeful spirits were tugging at them.
"Have you studied in Japan before? These moves of yours seem very Japanese. "
Chen Zhao was tightly bound, but his casual attitude made Sickle's heart palpitate.
"Tear him apart!" Sickle roared.
Countless vengeful spirits pulled at the chains.
Perhaps they'd been tortured by poverty and hunger when they were alive.
But they'd been slaughtered. Their resentment made them even stronger than when they were alive.
Plus, there were so many of them. Almost no one could fight them in terms of strength.
Except … Chen Zhao.
Chen Zhao spread his arms and shattered the black chains.
Countless vengeful spirits were shattered.
Chen Zhao grinned. He raised his right arm and rubbed his fist.
"My right arm feels a little thirsty."
"Hungry?" Sickle was confused and couldn't react.
Chen Zhao's right palm suddenly opened into a mouth.
Then a terrifying suction force came from the mouth.
Countless vengeful spirits were sucked into the mouth while wailing and struggling.
Sickle's scalp went numb.
What was he doing?
He was devouring the vengeful spirits.
Devouring the vengeful spirits that even he didn't dare to touch?
The dark clouds in the sky started thinning.
The number of vengeful spirits was decreasing rapidly.
Chen Zhao estimated that he'd devoured around three to four hundred thousand vengeful spirits.
This was pretty much the Mouth of Gluttony's limit.
Chen Zhao pointed his palm at the sky.
A beam of black light shot out from the Mouth of Gluttony.
The black light pierced through the sky.
A ring-shaped hole was blasted in the dark clouds that had covered the sky.
Sickle's eyeballs almost popped out.
Even with the Grim Reaper Scythe, he couldn't attack like Chen Zhao.
The vengeful spirits in the sky were in complete chaos.
They were formed from crazy vengeful spirits.
But they also had fear.
Right now, Chen Zhao was the one who made their fear win over their crazy vengeful spirits.
Sickle hurriedly used the Grim Reaper Scythe to appease the vengeful spirits.
But suddenly, he realized that they were a hundred times harder to control than before.
Less than one percent of the vengeful spirits could be appeased.
The strongest and craziest vengeful spirits had completely lost control.
The powerful vengeful spirits started attacking indiscriminately.
It wasn't just Chen Zhao. Even Sickle himself was attacked.
Unmoved, Chen Zhao stood where he was. The vengeful spirits could attack however they wanted.
As for Sickle, he was clearly flustered.
There were too many vengeful spirits.
They were so huge that it made one feel despair.
For the first time, Sickle felt fear at the power he controlled.
The power that he'd once been proud of didn't help him defeat the enemy. Instead, it hurt him.
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