"You won't succeed!"
Faced with Duanmu Huai's strike, the Spirit Race's Death God felt fear. However, being the embodiment of countless Spirit Race souls, it naturally wouldn't yield so easily. In an instant of returning to its senses, the Death God roared and swung the sharp blade in its hand, directly cutting through Duanmu Huai's heavy shoulder armor and cleaving into his body!
At the same time, Duanmu Huai's chainsaw sword also pierced into the waist of the Spirit Race's Death God. The crazily rotating chainsaw was like the claws of a beast, roaring as it tore through flesh and advanced deeper. The Spirit Race's Death God gripped the sword hilt tightly, gritted its teeth, and slashed down hard. Even in the face of such a sharp sword blade, Duanmu Huai's body, which could resist bullets, was sliced layer by layer, and even the hard bones shattered like butter, bringing intense pain that drilled into the marrow.
