Qin Wuyan's lapse only lasted an instant. When an extreme sense of crisis swept through his whole body, he instinctively dodged aside. Because of that dodge, he avoided a fatal strike to the heart, and a fang pierced into his shoulder instead. Blood quickly dyed his shoulder red.
Seeing this, Jin Ping'er gave a soft shout. Her graceful figure moved in a dance, and a streak of purple light followed close behind, stabbing toward Qin Wuyan's forehead.
Qin Wuyan barely avoided it, but it left a wound on his cheek. A bead of blood slowly seeped out, then slid down along his face. Looking at the beast-fang-shaped magic treasure in his left shoulder, Qin Wuyan yanked it out fiercely. Just as he was about to destroy it, he saw a bead-like object at the junction between the handle and blade suddenly open like an eye.
"..." Qin Wuyan had never seen such a bizarre magic treasure before. Worried there was a trick, he hurriedly flung it away.
The Fang magic treasure spun several times in the air, then actually stopped midair. It slowly turned its "body," that eyeball facing Qin Wuyan directly, and even blinked once.
This scene did not only frighten Qin Wuyan; even Jin Ping'er at the side felt sickened by it.
Seeing that he was injured and that his left arm had already lost its agility, Qin Wuyan knew that if this continued, he would gain nothing good from it. He slowly backed away, watching Jin Ping'er warily, and finally his figure vanished into the forest.
After quite a while, Jin Ping'er confirmed that she could no longer sense Qin Wuyan's presence. She turned to look at Fang hovering in the air. "Put it away already! Every time I see it, it makes me feel sick! Can't