Death of a Demon

Chryslow waved its hand, and a pitch-black sickle slashed at Lin Sen's waist.

Lin Sen dodged quickly with it in hot pursuit.

All of a sudden, it stopped its attack. "I almost forgot. This is my home ground!"

Chryslow raised its right hand. His arm instantly expanded several times, becoming five to six meters wide. Then, it swung its arm and slapped Lin Sen's body heavily.

Lin Sen's body flew out instantly and glided on the ground. He only stopped after crashing into a few walls.

He coughed a few times and spat out a mouthful of blood. A few of his sternum and three of his ribs were broken.

The scene just now was extremely thrilling. If Lin Sen hadn't reacted quickly, that move would have been enough to kill him!

"D*mn it!" Lin Sen gritted his teeth. His eyes were filled with hatred as he stared at Chryslow. "You've angered me!"

"Heh, so what? How can an ant like you be compared to the great me?" Chryslow snorted.