Chapter 727

Nekros spun around, fear crossing his face. His body dissolved into black mist as he tried to dodge to the side.

But he was a little too slow.

Splat!

The scythe blade sliced into his shoulder, and thick, inky death energy spurted out like blood.

The blade ripped open half his shoulder.

'Damn, that hurt,' Nekros thought, letting out a muffled grunt.

He teleported again, reappearing several yards aw