"You, you, you, how can you be this strong?" The Death Spirit stammered, trembling all over as he looked at the descending giant hand.
"Hmph, my strength is beyond what a mere undead can fathom. My power is so immense that even my true self cannot fully comprehend it. With the accumulation of countless sins, the gathering of Yin Souls, and the impact of all Evil Qi within me, how could my strength be matched by you, a mere Death Spirit? Now, I give you one final chance: submit to me or die. You have only a breath's time."
Such words reverberated from within the giant hand, and the Death Spirit's already crimson eyes grew even redder.
Everything about him exuded a sense beyond words, a feeling of life and death. But amid that struggle, only a brief moment of rebellion turned into ruthlessness.
"I don't care how strong you are, nor what level your power has reached. But even if you can erase me, you will undoubtedly die, because I am the spirit." The Death Spirit said sinisterly.
