Muerte - Li Qiye

Death approached without the use of any merit law or technique. It drained life and harvested everything else until only ashes were left. Resistance and avoidance were futile.

This affinity spelled the doom of a True God, quite a frightening matter. No one knew what was going on.

“What merit law, law is that?” One stuttered.

“The highest of profundity.” Li Qiye said: “If there is life, then death will be inevitable, so if the heaven is the creator of life, then I am the harbinger of death! Only fools would think that this is an unholy art.”

Everyone stared at him in a daze, filled with confusion.

“Is he serious?” Another asked his ancestor.

The ancestor eventually murmured: “Well, legend states that only the high heaven can create life, but if someone else can grasp death, this would indeed be at the highest order of profundity.”

He highly doubted this possibility, however. Of course, grasping death and gathering death were two different matters. Li Qiye was using a very profound merit law at this moment.

Death - a new page of the Death Scripture as the old one ceased to exist. He was the embodiment of death right now, allowing him to harvest lives!

Because of this, he just needed to look at the True God and his force of death devoured the guy’s life.