When he came to his senses again, he saw several people already standing beside An Jiuyue, with Qian Jiyun leading the charge, shielding An Jiuyue, holding a long knife blazing with firelight.
As an Evil Spirit, he knew all too well what he must not touch.
And at this moment, he was even more aware of the firelight on Qian Jiyun's knife; it was dragon's breath, true dragon's breath.
If he just touched a hint of it, it might not cause much harm, but if he were to face someone wielding a weapon infused with dragon's breath, he'd be injured in no time.
"It's indeed a rare artifact."
After saying this, he decisively vanished into thin air like a wisp of smoke.
"Damn."
Bai Ze watched with wide eyes as the Evil Spirit Universe escaped not far away, cursing in anger.
The damned thing ran fast, leaving them no time to react, and he didn't even attack them. Was he planning to run and exhaust them?
