Following the sound, Bai Yang's pupils contracted.
Darkness surged all around them like a tide. Yet in the vacuum zone Yaya had carved out by devouring it, Bai Yang saw a pitch-black Giant Sword lying on the stone ground of Great Desolate City.
The sword was steeped in an evil aura. Just one glance made Bai Yang instinctively recoil. Half of its blade lay in the open, while the other half was swallowed by the dark demonic tide.
It was unmistakably the Giant Sword that the monster Bai Yang had fought earlier had wielded!
"Did it drop its gear? No, that means the monster that turned into black mist and melted into the darkness was actually killed by me?"
Seeing the Giant Sword on the ground, Bai Yang quickly analyzed the situation. He figured that had to be it; otherwise, the sword couldn't have fallen there.
His thoughts raced. Although Bai Yang instinctively felt an intense aversion to the Giant Sword, that didn't change the fact that it was a precious ninth-grade weapon.
He moved quickly to the sword. Before the darkness could completely engulf it, he grabbed the hilt and prepared to retreat.
"Holy crap...!"
The moment Bai Yang gripped the hilt, he let out an entirely instinctive cry and immediately released it.
He had originally meant to claim the sword for himself, but it felt as if he were gripping a massive star. It was so heavy he couldn't lift it at all.
That wasn't all. As soon as he touched the hilt, an evil aura seeped into his soul. He felt that if he touched it even once more, he might become a demon himself, so he had no choice but to let go.
After releasing it, Bai Yang quickly recited the Dao Scripture in his mind,