Super Dragon Evolution Chapter 1043: Reaper’s Harvest: Killing Everything in a Second

The black death sickle is only more than five meters long.

Compared with Wen Zilong's 100-meter-long body, it seems insignificant.

However, when the death sickle appeared, Wen Zilong's mind immediately showed some numerical values.

When his eyes saw those Tier 3 wild dragons on the ground, their vitality appeared in his mind.

Their vitality is only 30.

Tier 5 wild dragons, their vitality is 50.

When his gaze fell on the Aron Azeroth in front of him, his vitality reached more than 1,000.

However, with the appearance of the death sickle, his vitality began to decline.

1030……

1029……

1028……

This value does not fall fast, but it is not slow.

This death sickle is indeed a perverted weapon.

There is no need to fight against your opponents, as long as you stay quietly here, your opponent's vitality will be constantly absorbed by the Death Scythe.

However, as Azeroth fled, this value began to decrease more and more slowly.

Wen Zilong sneered, a teleport, and then stood in front of Azeroth.

Azeroth is flying at full speed.

Unexpectedly, he hit Wen Zilong directly.

In Wen Zilong's mind, Azeroth's vitality was crazily diminishing at this time.

1018……

1008……

998……

Before reducing by 1 point each time.

Now the distance between them is almost 0, and it can be reduced by 10 points each time.

This is too abnormal.

Azeroth saw Wen Zilong actually collided with him, and a huge mental force on him was directly crushing Wen Zilong.

In the mouth, the hideous words roared out:

"I don't know good or bad. Let me see what is the third-order peak mental power."

Wen Zilong laughed when he heard this.

The mental power instantly counterattacks.

Azeroth only felt that a violent and domineering mental power was crushing toward him.

He was terrified.

He quickly recovered his mental power.

If it is one second later, his mental power may be directly defeated and become an idiot.

In panic, he quickly condensed a boulder and smashed it at Wen Zilong.

And he turned around again and fled.

But, purple lightning, blocking the road in front of him, he could not escape.

Behind him, Wen Zilong smashed the boulder with one claw.

At the same time, purple lightning blasted on Aron Azeroth at an incomparable speed.

Along with the continuous attacks of purple lightning, Azeroth's vitality declined faster.

Every time the purple lightning strikes, Azeroth’s vitality will drop by at least five points.

If there are more, it can even drop more than ten points.

When I look again at this time, the vitality of Aron Azeroth has only more than 600 points left.

The vitality declines, so he can't see it naturally.

But he can feel that his state is much worse than before.

The speed is also a bit slower, and the power is also less.

The most important thing is the spiritual level.

Because he can obviously feel that he is not Wen Zilong's opponent.

While flapping his wings, he fled forward, while shouting:

"Wen Zilong, do you really think you can kill me today?"

"Tell you, Yalong's life-saving means are so many that you can't even imagine. Besides, I am Yalong one hundred thousand years ago."

"What if your strength is better than me?"

"What if you can beat me temporarily?"

"Can't kill me, wait for my strength [August One Chinese Network www.zw-du.me] to recover, then I will tear you up!"

It's okay if he doesn't say it. When he said this, Wen Zilong suddenly became angry.

The pile of corpses that were more than 30 meters high and torn in half appeared in my heart.

He was furious.

In my mind, Azeroth's vitality, under the constant consumption of purple lightning, only a little over 500 remained.

530……

520……

510……

500!

At this moment, the **** of death on the top of Wen Zilong's head practiced, and instantly exuded a breath of death.

I am afraid that this kind of breath can only be felt in hell.

This kind of breath, although not ice attributes.

But all the dragons and humans felt chills in their hearts.

The back is cold.

Even Yalong Azeroth was trembling.

Look back.

I saw Wen Zilong at this time, with his right claw already holding the death sickle.

The death sickle grows in the wind at this moment.

From the previous five meters long, it reached more than one thousand meters in an instant.

This thousand meters is enough to make up for the distance between them.

Wen Zi Longmu has murderous intent, and his murderous aura is permeated.

The words full of anger, roar from the mouth:

"Azeroth, you die for me--"

The next moment, the Death Scythe drew a half circle with a radius of one thousand meters in the sky.

Azeroth's body was directly cut into two sections by this semicircle.

Azeroth looked at his broken body in disbelief.

How is this possible?

Why was my body cut into two pieces like this?

What about the many magic weapons?

Why didn't it start?

Besides, his body is harder than fine gold, so he was cut into two pieces by this ugly black sickle?

No...

Until death, Azeroth didn't believe it.

I didn't believe in my many life-saving cards, and when I was facing life threats, I didn't even activate one.

I don't even believe that I will die in the hands of a newly evolved Yalong.

How did he know that this is the passive skill of Death Scythe.

Death harvest.

Don't say you are just a Tier 1 Yalong.

Even if you are a Tier 10 Yalong, your body is already so strong that no weapon can hurt you.

However, as long as your vitality is less than 500.

The same will be killed by the death sickle.

This is the overbearing part of Death Harvest!

At this point, Yalong Azeroth was finally beheaded.

At this time, Wen Zilong had rotten flesh on one-third of his body, and bones could be seen directly in many places.

In a pair of eyes more than one meter in diameter, there are no eyeballs.

It's just black eyes.

In his hand, he held a death sickle that was thousands of meters long.

On the ground, the tenth-tier powerhouses of the more than forty Dragons Temple saw this scene, all of them were terrified.

Some ask for mercy:

"Dragon Emperor, we...we are also forced, please... let us go..."

Some were too scared to say anything.

Yes, turn around and flee.

Wen Zilong sneered.

Their vitality is just over 100.

The death sickle swept across.

Strangely, the death sickle swept across the houses and trees near these wild dragons.

The houses and trees are intact.

Only these savage dragons, Tier 10 savage dragons, were all cut into two sections.

All Tier 10 wild dragons have at least seven or eight life-saving hole cards on each.

However, under the death sickle, no life-saving hole cards are activated.

Wen Zilong, holding the death sickle.

Flapping the tattered wings.

Rising into the air.

I raised my head and screamed from the sky:

"Aw——Roar——————"