C561 Chen Wei

Yuwen Tian slowly raised his right hand. Duan Yun could even clearly see the movement of Yuwen Tian's right hand, but it was this seemingly calm palm. It made Duan Yun feel an unprecedented fear.

Duan Yun had never been so close to death before. Yuwen Tian's right hand... In his eyes, it was not his right hand, but the scythe of the Death God. The sickle of the Death God