"Sorry to say this, but even if you wanted to kill me, you couldn't," Daniel glanced at Malrik and shrugged.
Even if he died, he could just use one of his extra lives and come back.
Besides, he doubted Malrik even had the power to actually kill him.
"What do you mean? You think I'm stupid?"
Daniel ignored his words. Suddenly, a wave of death energy leaked from his body, and the chains binding him decayed into ash.
"What…? How? That's impossible!" Malrik couldn't believe what he was seeing and instinctively took a few steps back.
What was that aura? Why did it make him tremble like that? It was a feeling he hadn't experienced in centuries…
That's right—the feeling of death.
But how was it possible? How could death itself be leaking from the body of the young man in front of him?
As far as he knew, only followers of Death were supposed to have such an ability.
The ability to use death energy... Could it be that Daniel was also a follower of Death?
