Chapter 2252 Backlash

"Arrogant and ignorant."

Sickle doesn't believe that there really is a psychic in this world who can fight against two million resentful spirits.

So when Chen Zhao said these words, he naturally felt that Chen Zhao was bragging.

Or maybe Chen Zhao didn't understand the concept of two million at all.

Scythe raised the Death Scythe high above his head, and the dark clouds in the sky formed a huge vortex.

The whirlpool starts from the Death Scythe.

The resentful spirits in the vortex are constantly being sucked into the Death Scythe.

Carrying the power to destroy everything, it burst out towards Chen Zhao.

Chen Zhao watched the doomsday-like power shoot towards him.

But he didn't have too many cautious expressions, but murmured to himself: "It's such a spectacular and heroic scene, but it's a pity that there is no audience."

"Just tremble in fear of my divine power."

Sickle mistook Chen Zhao's murmur as fear.

"Brother, you overestimate your own power. Your power is far inferior to that of a god."

"If you are stubborn, you will become one of my thousands of servants."

Chen Zhao narrowed his eyes and did not take the initiative to fight back. The dark magma enveloped him and blocked the incoming torrent.

These two million resentful spirits are a huge amount of 'wealth'.

If Chen Zhao were to collect it himself.

Even if he had this ability, Chen Zhao would not have the guts to do something like this.

The moral bottom line and the test of human nature make it impossible for him to do such a thing.

But if you go along with other people's things, it's not difficult at all.

There is no psychological burden.

Let others bear the sins, and leave the benefits to yourself.

And there's that sickle.

That's the Death Scythe.

Chen Zhao had asked Lao Hei to borrow it many times before, wanting to study Lao Hei's Death Sickle.

But Lao Hei strictly refused.

If I grab something else this time, Lao Hei will have nothing to say.

"Let me go again!"

Sickle was even more frightened and angry when he saw that Chen Zhao was still unharmed under the terrifying impact of the resentful spirit.

The sickle almost exerted all its strength, and the torrent of resentful spirits became more fierce and surging.

However, this attack is not fundamentally different from the previous attacks.

"Brother, can't you try another trick? For example, suck these two million resentful spirits into your body and directly transform their power into your own power."

Sickle felt like he was going crazy.

The person he faced was not only powerful but outrageous.

Even his thoughts were outrageous and terrifying.

Inhale two million vengeful spirits into your body?

That's no different than committing suicide.

Not to mention two million resentful spirits, he couldn't bear even two thousand.

He is able to control two million wraiths because he holds the Death Scythe.

But this does not mean that he can really swallow two million resentful spirits.

Although he is very arrogant here claiming to be God.

But my family knows their own affairs.

Whether outside or inside, the only thing he can do is control these wraiths to attack his enemies.

He didn't even dare to put down the Death Scythe in his hand.

Because he killed these resentful spirits.

Put down the Death Scythe, and these two million resentful spirits will lose all restraints.

He didn't know whether the enemy on the other side would die, but he would definitely die.

"It seems that you have no other options. Let me lend you the sickle in your hand and I will spare your life."

"You die!" Sickle flew into a rage and shouted: "Let us destroy all our grudges together!"

Countless resentful spirits exploded around Chen Zhao.

Every resentful spirit is a huge energy body.

Every self-destruction of a wraith will bring a terrifying impact.

And the power generated by the self-destruction of thousands or tens of thousands of resentful spirits scares even the user of Sickle.

He kept keeping distance to prevent himself from falling into the self-destruction of the resentful spirit.

But his pupils suddenly shrank in the next moment.

He saw Chen Zhao walking out of the violent explosion unharmed.

"Chains of Hell!"

At this moment, countless resentful spirits merged with each other, and their spirits twisted and deformed, forming huge black chains.

Those black chains directly wrapped around Chen Zhao. On the other end of the black chains, there were countless resentful spirits pulling on the chains.

"Did you study in Japan? These moves of yours feel very Japanese."

Although Chen Zhao's whole body was tightly tied up, his casual attitude made Sickle's heart palpitate.

"Tear him to pieces!" the sickle roared.

Countless ghosts pulled at the chains.

Perhaps they suffered from poverty and hunger during their lifetime.

But they were slaughtered, and their resentment made them stronger than before.

Coupled with their sheer numbers, almost no one can compete with them in terms of strength.

Except... Chen Zhao.

Chen Zhao stretched out his arms and shattered the black chains.

Countless resentful spirits were shattered into pieces.

Chen Zhao grinned, raised his right arm, and rubbed his fist.

"My right arm feels a little horny."

"Hungry and thirsty?" Sickle was a little stunned and didn't react.

Chen Zhao's right palm suddenly opened his mouth.

Then a terrifying attraction came from that mouth.

Countless resentful spirits were sucked into the mouth while wailing and struggling.

Sickle's scalp felt numb when he looked at it.

What is he doing?

He is devouring those evil spirits.

Devour those resentful spirits that even he dare not touch easily?

The dark clouds in the sky began to lighten and become thinner.

The number of resentful spirits is decreasing rapidly.

Chen Zhao estimated that he had probably swallowed three to four hundred thousand resentful spirits.

This is about as far as the mouth of a glutton can go.

Chen Zhao's palms were aimed at the sky.

A black light burst out from the glutton's mouth.

Black light penetrates the sky and the earth.

The dark clouds that originally shrouded the sky and earth were instantly blasted into a circular gap.

Sickle's eyes are about to fall out.

Even if he had the Death Scythe, he wouldn't be able to attack like Chen Zhao.

The resentful spirits all over the sky were in complete chaos.

Although they are generated by crazy resentment.

But they also have fear.

At this moment, Chen Zhao was the one who made their fear overcome their crazy resentment.

Scythe hurriedly used the Death Scythe to control his desire to appease the resentful spirits.

But suddenly, he found that these resentful spirits were a hundred times harder to control than before.

Less than one percent of the resentful spirits can be appeased by him.

The most powerful and crazy ghosts are completely out of control.

Those powerful resentful spirits began to attack indiscriminately.

Not only Chen Zhao, but also Sickle himself was attacked by the resentful spirit.

Chen Zhao stood unmoved, and those resentful spirits could attack as they wished.

As for the sickle, he seemed a little confused.

The number of these resentful spirits is simply too huge.

It's so huge that it makes people despair.

For the first time, Sickle was afraid of the power he controlled.

The power that he was once so proud of did not help him defeat his enemies, but instead backfired on him.