"Shuyao, sleep peacefully, I will definitely save you," Ye Wutian said gently, caressing Yang Shuyao's face.
After speaking, he slowly stood up, turned his head towards Wan Changfeng on the high platform, and a crimson aura began to emanate from his body, his lips curling into a sinister, devil-like smile.
An extremely terrifying aura of murder radiated from Ye Wutian.
Endless fear struck the hearts of the onlookers; in their eyes, the young man before them was the devil incarnate.
At this moment, Ye Wutian's entire body ignited with dark red flames. He slowly raised his hand and grasped at the void before him, and a scythe burning with flames—the Scythe of the Reaper—appeared in his hand.
The crowd fell utterly silent, all eyes fixed on Ye Wutian, filled with a fear that seeped into their very bones.
