Chapter 724

Without warning, the black scythe swung, its blade aimed straight for Grins's neck.

Grins, who had been as stiff as a corpse a moment ago, suddenly snapped his eyes open and practically rolled and crawled to his feet.

"Shit," Grins cursed.

The scythe grazed his back.

Grins lunged forward several yards, crashing into a patch of dry grass, and quickly pushed himself up again.

Not far away, a clown d