The black scythe slammed down.

Bai Yiquan barely avoided it, watching as the huge scythe cut a huge gap in front of him. Knuckle-sized splatters of rubble splashed on his face, and the slight tingling sensation undoubtedly indicated that this was reality rather than illusion.

A black cloak, a black scythe, and a skeleton that was half-hidden in the darkness...... It's simply the perfect image of the Grim Reaper. Bai Yiquan didn't know what was going on, obviously one moment he was still "reading" the memories of the unlucky goblin, and the next moment a god of death came out to attack him.

Reality and illusion are completely intertwined, and at the same time they are cut off by the huge scythe.

Death followed, and the razor-sharp scythe could easily cut through the ground, apparently slicing his neck with ease. Bai Yiquan gritted his teeth and directly released his ability, the white light lit up the darkness, he turned into a blade, and rushed towards the god of death without retreating.

Although the Grim Reaper's scythe was sharp enough, Bai Yiquan still believed that [Bai Mang] would be able to cut it off, just like cutting off the head of the sub-god Jörmungad. In the past six months, [Bai Mang] has never let him down.

But this time he miscalculated.

The moment the Grim Reaper's scythe touched the [White Mang], the latter disappeared in an instant like a candle flame extinguished by a torrential rain. Before Bai Yiquan could react, the scythe of the Grim Reaper sliced through his clothes, skin, and flesh without hindrance.

When he realized that [White Mang] was ineffective and hurriedly retreated, his chest had already been sliced open by a sharp scythe. If his reaction is a little slower, I'm afraid that it will be the heart that will be pulled out along with the flesh and blood.

But even if he saved his life, the severe pain also eroded Bai Yiquan's nerves in an instant. He couldn't even stand up straight, staggered back a few steps, and slumped to the ground, gasping for air, his eyes full of wonder and disbelief.

The power that killed the fire god Loki and the sub-god Yemengad, and the omnipotent power in Bai Yiquan's eyes actually failed?! And it wasn't because of his physical exhaustion, [Bai Mang] was like meeting his own natural enemy the moment he encountered the Death Scythe, and it had never had such fear, like a mouse looking up at an old cat.

Qiang.

The god of death put the scythe on his shoulder, and then walked towards Bai Yiquan step by step. Bai Yiquan couldn't move anymore, and could only watch the skeleton face get closer and closer, feeling the arrival of death.

......

Taiya put down the cigarette that was about to burn out in her mouth, and stared at the monster's face that was getting clearer and clearer, obviously five minutes ago, it was a clear outline of the facial features, but now it has become a rather delicate young face. That's right, it was Bai Yiquan's face, he was closing his eyes tightly, and it was already four or five points similar to the lifeless faces around him.

"Is it just that?"

Taiya stuffed the cigarette butt back into the cigarette case, and originally wanted to smoke another one, but found that before she knew it, she had smoked a whole box of cigarettes, and the cigarette case was stuffed with scattered cigarette butts and ashes. So she began to get irritable, and her slender fingers kept playing with the lighter.

"[White Mang] is an ability that the Thunder Monarch borrowed from Karthas, the god of death. "It can kill almost all gods, but it has nothing to do with the power of Karthas." Therefore, if you want to get past the current level, you must not rely on [Bai Mang] anymore. ”

Bai Yiquan obviously couldn't hear Taiya's admonition. The only thing that could hear Taiya speak now was the monster whose body was dragged into the ground with half of its body being dragged underground, and there was only another short-stated geist. Taiya also knew very well that if Bai Yiquan failed, his fate would be the same as that wandering spirit.

"Don't lose. Taiya said softly.

......

Bang!

Bai Yiquan grabbed the handle of the sickle with his bare hands. When the Grim Reaper swung his scythe and struck down, he burst into a strong will to survive, and leaped to his feet despite the severe pain, and while knocking down the Grim Reaper, he grabbed the deadly weapon held by the latter.

Although it didn't turn the tide of things, at least it didn't let the Grim Reaper kill him in the last second.

Bai Yiquan's chest was still in unbearable pain, so much so that his other hand had to cover the wound to prevent more blood from flowing out. But even so, his face was still terrifyingly pale, as if he could lose consciousness at any moment.

The strength of the Grim Reaper is neither too great nor too small. Although it was not big enough to tear Bai Yiquan's body apart with his bare hands, it was not small enough that Bai Yiquan could be restrained with only one hand. It got up little by little, and bit by little it slashed the sickle into an arc, Bai Yiquan couldn't stop it, he could only try his best to slow it down and prolong his survival.

During this time, he tried to use his ability again, but often one second [Bai Mang] jumped out of his palm, and the next second it was swallowed by darkness, as if the current that burned the wick in an instant. As a result, the weapon he relied on most for half a year could not be used, and despite his best efforts, it seemed that all he could do was to delay his death.

In the absence of [Bai Mang], he is like the most ordinary person. Trying to fight death, but powerless to make people despair.

Just as he watched as Death's scythe approached his eyes, a figure suddenly sprang out from behind him and kicked Death in the chest. The Grim Reaper was directly kicked backwards by this force, leaving Bai Yiquan's body, and Bai Yiquan got a chance to breathe, lying on the ground panting heavily.

"Are you alright?"

A neutral male voice sounded above Bai Yiquan's head, and he raised his head to see who had saved him. When I saw the person coming, I was stunned.

It turned out to be a square painting!

The Grim Reaper did not choose to continue attacking after seeing the square painting, but turned around and left with a scythe. Fang Hua chased after him, but the Grim Reaper burrowed directly into the wall and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Damn, what the hell is this. Fang Hua scolded, "Is it all the hell it did?"

Bai Yiquan was stunned again, he subconsciously looked back, and was surprised to find that there was nothing behind him. Those bustling people from other worlds, those earthlings with merchants' faces, there is no shadow at this moment, and the second underground floor seems to have been restored to its appearance after twenty-three years.

If it weren't for Fang Hua's face in his early forties, Bai Yiquan would have thought that he had returned to the real world, that is, twenty-three years later. But it is clear that the forty-year-old Fang Hua could not have appeared in the world of twenty years, that is, he was still twenty years ago, or another illusory world.

"Who are you?" Fang Hua turned his head to look at Bai Yiquan, "Why didn't you disappear with them?"

Bai Yiquan opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say, so he had to shake his head: "I don't know what happened, I don't even know who I am." ”

Yes, if this was twenty-three years ago, Bai Yiquan's parents had just gotten married, let alone him. So, in this world, he shouldn't exist.

So what is a square painting?