C825 Fusion Demon Tablet

Swish!

The black sickle slashed down, causing the blood that flowed on it to boil. An indescribable evil aura quietly spread, and it seemed as if it wanted to snatch away the soul.

"Kid, die for me!" Hun Wuming let out a stern cry, and the sickle in his hand slashed down mercilessly.

The scene in front of everyone's eyes caused their hearts to tighten. Their eyes stared at the falling scythe