The scene suddenly plunged into an eerie silence, and the Saint level powerhouses of both races were dumbfounded. They had considered the possibility that this Saint level assassin might fail and were prepared for it.
But they never expected such a situation. In terms of survival abilities, a Saint level is almost the strongest. The result was this muddled death, turned into a bone spur assassin at the Saint level.
As soon as they came to their senses, they each cast a Shield on themselves.
Li Yao held the Reaper's Scythe in his hand and said lightly, "This sickle isn't as powerful in the main world, but in the Abyss, killing your Abyss creatures couldn't be easier. Anyone else want to try?"
A few Saints suspiciously examined the sickle, then one Saint's face changed: "Is this a fragment of the Reaper's Scythe?"
Li Yao raised an eyebrow, "Seems like someone knows their stuff; who else wants to send themselves to death?"
