In the night sky, Shi Feng reached out his hand and grabbed the large silver sickle as it flew back towards him!
At this moment, the power of the mysterious sickle had been drained. The silver light flashed once, transforming back into silver patterns.
Following this, the Dark Corpse Army surrounding Shi Feng also began to glow with a blood-colored light.
The Dark Corpse Army had just formed the Formation of Ten Thousand Corpses, their power had been sapped away by the silver sickle just moments ago. There was no use for them to remain outside, so Shi Feng absorbed them back into the space within the Blood-colored Stone Stele.
"Shi Feng, the Primordial Power within your body has been exhausted. Your time of death has come!" Ahead in the night sky, Yangg Zhong spoke viciously. Then, in a low whisper, he murmured, "Alright, it's your turn now!"
"Don't worry!" A hoarse and aged voice responded, resonating throughout the night sky.
