"What... what kind of power is this?!"
The red ruby ring suddenly trembled violently, and the fire demon leapt out as if it had been scalded, its usually arrogant little face now filled with shock.
It stared intently at the golden stream of light flowing around the Shadowstrike, its nose twitching rapidly, eyes bursting with unprecedented desire, even the sharp horn on its head glowing red from excitement.
The force was too tempting—it was far superior to the energy Qin Tian had previously "fed" it, with an aura of evolution that could drive all weapon spirits insane, as if just touching a trace of it could instantly break their shackles and achieve their long-desired transformation.
The fire demon's gaze shifted back and forth between Shadowstrike and Qin Tian, a low growl like a whimper coming from its throat, its previous arrogance long gone, leaving only undisguised greed.
