Ch 74: Death.

It carried an eerie weight, as if it had whispered from beyond the veil of death itself.

Moments later, the figure holding the scythe began to materialize.

The being that had been lurking in the void became visible.

And it was as one would imagine the Grim Reaper to be.

A towering entity wreathed in purplish-black flames.

A skeletal figure clad in a tattered black robe, its entire form exuding an aura of dread.

The void trembled beneath its presence, and the very fabric of existence seemed to writhe in protest.

Ye Tian merely smirked.

"Heh? You want me to become your knight?" he scoffed.

"You mean the disciple of someone who barely understands the true meaning of death?"

The entity's flames flickered.

"…Hah?" it growled, its hollow voice tinged with irritation.

"I am the **God of Death**, you fool."

Ye Tian tilted his head.