Fierce

In any case, he couldn't break through the opponent's Death Shield.

The powerful power of Death had completely transformed Broly into a puppet of the afterlife.

Broly's hair had turned a pale green.

Outside his divine body, there was a dark shield with some arcs of lightning flickering.

He had completely absorbed the power of Death and fully mastered it.

The current Broly was the true God of Death.

"Haha!" In the Temple of World Annihilation, Mie Sheng, alone, laughed madly, "Prepare to welcome death, mortals!"

Crack!

Broly slowly walked towards Jian Wushuang, each step crushing the ice stones that had been frozen for endless ages, the sound piercingly sharp.

On the opponent, Jian Wushuang felt the same sense of oppression as before.

He sheathed the Wanjie Sword.

This time, he intended to use divine power to defeat divine power.