Wu Gengji, I will become Zi Yu's apprentice at the beginning! ! !

The Eye of Death was originally concentrating on controlling his clones, trying to compete with the soul-devouring storm that devoured the sky and the earth, but he did not expect that those clones were ruthlessly swallowed up in an instant and disappeared without a trace.

Seeing this, he was startled, but his years of combat experience forced him to calm down immediately. He quickly adjusted his combat status, pushed the ground with both feet, and flew backwards like a ghost. In the blink of an eye, he was away from the raging storm and kept a relatively safe distance.

Then, a powerful shout burst out from his mouth: "Po Ji, Fierce Whip, Lock!" As soon as the words fell, his originally deep and sharp eyes suddenly glowed brighter, like two burning fires of the soul, that light was hot and sharp, as if it could see through all illusions and reach the enemy's vital points.

At the same time, the metal whip in his hand seemed to be summoned by some mysterious power, and instantly emitted a dazzling light. The light spread along the patterns on the whip, illuminating the entire whip like a divine artifact, exuding a chilling aura.

The Death Look at this moment highly concentrated all his soul power. A part of it gathered in those eyes that could see through everything, making his vision sharper, as if he could see through the secrets hidden behind the soul-devouring storm; the other part continuously poured into the long whip in his hand, causing it to tremble faintly, as if a spirit snake was ready to go, waiting for the master's order, and then it would burst out with amazing power.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze fixed on the soul-devouring storm that was raging and becoming increasingly violent, as if he was searching for some crucial clue.

The storm was like a savage beast from ancient times, carrying endless darkness and evil forces, and was rapidly approaching him. The distance was getting closer and closer, and Death Eyes could even feel the powerful suction from the storm, as if it wanted to draw him in and swallow him up completely.

However, Death Eyes was not afraid at all. His eyes became more and more determined. At the moment when the storm was about to touch him, he suddenly swung his right arm. The long whip in his hand was like a lightning that cut through the darkness. With a "whoosh", he swung it fiercely towards the storm. While swinging the long whip, he once again concentrated more of his soul power. That power was like a surging river, continuously pouring into the long whip, making the long whip instantly become extremely hard, like a divine weapon made of steel. At the moment the long whip was thrown out of his hand, the speed of throwing was even faster than before, turning into a blurred light and shadow, accurately attacking the core of the storm. The momentum seemed to carry endless hatred, vowing to give the storm a fatal blow.

Soon, a muffled groan was heard from the howling storm. Although the sound was covered by the howling of the storm, it was still clearly heard by the Death Eye. He was delighted, knowing that his attack was effective. He immediately rolled up the long whip without hesitation and shouted again: "Fierce Whip, Punishment!"

With this loud shout, the originally extraordinary long whip underwent an astonishing change in an instant. Countless sharp thorns immediately grew on the long whip. Those thorns flashed with cold light, as if they were made of cold iron from the Nine Nether Hell. Each thorn exuded a deadly and dangerous aura.

Then, a shrill scream came from the storm. The sound was heartbreaking, as if someone had suffered the most cruel torture in the world, which made people shudder. Seeing this, Death Eyes looked even more fierce. He exerted force with both hands, tightened the long whip, and shouted again: "Fierce whip, strangle!"

Under his control, the long whip was like a flexible and ferocious python, tightly wrapping around a certain existence in the storm, constantly shrinking and strangling it. The powerful force seemed to crush the opponent completely.

The whip was tightened for a long time, and the screams in the storm became louder and louder. The miserable screams echoed throughout the battlefield, like a sad song of death. It was not until the clear sound of bones breaking came that the Death Eyes slowly loosened his hands. At this time, because of the high-intensity soul power output just now, he had consumed most of his soul power, and the whole person looked a little exhausted, but his eyes still revealed a firmness and ruthlessness.

He slowly put away the whip, his eyes fixed on the soul-devouring storm. The soul-devouring storm, which was originally raging and seemed to devour the world, was now becoming smaller and smaller. Its violent momentum also gradually weakened, like a deflated ball, slowly shrinking.

Finally, the storm disappeared completely, and the air around them seemed to be quiet all of a sudden, but the battlefield was still filled with a tense and dangerous atmosphere. Death Eyes frowned slightly, and an ominous premonition surged in his heart. He looked around vigilantly, but did not see Aiacos. The evil overlord who was supposed to be standing in the storm seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, which made Death Eyes feel more and more uneasy.

At this moment, a voice full of majesty and evil aura suddenly sounded: "Lord Hades, grant me the power of judgment in the underworld. Come on, tear apart the eyes of death! Attack with the devil's wings." The voice seemed to come from the depths of the Nine Nether Hell, carrying endless gloom and terror, echoing throughout the battlefield, causing everyone who heard it to tremble in their hearts.

Then, Aiacos appeared out of nowhere not far away, and a pair of huge demon wings suddenly spread out from behind him. The wings were dark red, as if stained with dried blood, and exuded a strong bloody smell. The edges of the wings were as sharp as blades, flashing cold light in the dim light, as if a slight wave could cut off everything in the world.

Aiacos used the powerful force brought by his spread wings, pushed the ground hard with his feet, and rushed towards the Death Eye at an astonishing speed like a cannonball.

During his high-speed attack, the sharp blade on the edge of his wing swung rapidly with his movements, producing a high-speed cutting effect. Rays of cold light flashed, as if weaving a web of death in the air, which could easily tear apart the enemy's defenses. Even the strongest shield would be easily cut by this blade like a piece of fragile paper, causing serious trauma.

Death Eyes widened his eyes in shock at this sudden move. He never expected that Aias had such a powerful back-up plan. It was too late for him to dodge and he could only watch the other party rushing towards him.