THE MOMENT XIA Jieke was about to give the start signal, Lin Diyu pulled out the Underworld Scythe his master made for him.
This Underworld Scythe was pitch-dark and it gave the people the feeling of suffocation, like a touch from it, could strangle them to death.
Since Lin Diyu was only at the God Emperor Realm, he could only wield an imitation of the real Underworld Scythe, which was only a human-ranked imperial relic.
However, it was stronger than those normal human-ranked imperial relics. Laid on it were the powerful rules of darkness and death.
Sima Tuo's eyes widened when he saw this. The Underworld Scythe was smoking black exhausts. It felt very penetrative to him that he immediately wanted to pounce against his opponent.
Even the demons from the Northern Territory were filled with fear as they looked at Lin Diyu who was akin to the God of Death.