C292 Resistance to Death and Hell

"Judge?" Only you have a big move! "

"Sickle of the God of Death!"

Boom!

The pitch-black lightning carried a terrifying power.

It shot towards the head of the Grim Reaper.

Death God didn't dodge.

It wasn't until the pitch black lightning was less than ten meters away from him that he casually waved the sickle in his hand.

"Old man, can you do it?"

"You shouted so loudly