C1066 Small Tricks

The Death God's Scythe danced in midair, carrying a thick Black Fog that caused one's hair to stand on end.

"Swish!"

The sickle attacked from behind Lee Wenyan's back, cutting towards his neck.

Lee Wenyan immediately felt a strong sense of danger coming from behind him. However, he did not panic. His footsteps suddenly changed, and his speed suddenly increased