C1066 A Petty Trick.

The Scythe of Death danced in the air, carrying a thick Black Fog, causing one's hair to stand on end.

"Shua!"

The scythe attacked from behind Curitis's back, slashing towards his neck.

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

"Whoosh!"

In the blink of an eye