The Ax-wielding Tree King flipped his right hand, and a black copper lamp appeared in his grasp.
At this moment, he was severely injured, making it inadvisable to directly clash with Ning Fan, lest his injuries worsen, hence he aimed to kill Ning Fan with a magical treasure.
The lamp body was shaped like a tree, with its branches holding seven copper lamp saucers.
Out of the seven lamp saucers, only four had a few drops of lamp oil; the other three were completely empty.
The Ax-wielding Tree King urged his mana, igniting a dark red flame on the wick of the first saucer with lamp oil.
"First lamp, Red Lamp, ignite!"
Ning Fan's gaze fell upon the dark red flame, his face instantly turning grave.
At the moment the copper lamp was lit, a feeling of threat arose unpredictably in Ning Fan's heart.
Without hesitation, he retreated a hundred steps, his black robes fluttering like a hastily flying black butterfly under the moonlight.
