Chapter 142: Death of a host

The death scythe in Derik's hand trembled greatly as death aura burst out of it, filling the hearts of everyone close by with dreadful thoughts of their demise.

"Death magic: Purgatory slash!" Derik roared like a beast and brandished his death scythe at the massive arc of death energy which split the lightning hurricane in two.

Lightning magic: Lightning jump!

Seeing the massive arc of death aura moving towards her, Zaylee dared not linger any longer than she should, she instantly turned into a bolt of lightning and escaped to the side at incredible speed.

By the time she returned to her human form, she realized that Derik was right in front of her with the death scythe floating behind him like a minion. Before she could react Derik's hand bagged through the sparks of lightning, grabbing on to her neck.