It was hard to say when he had been hit. All that mattered was that Enchanter Demon was utterly dumbfounded. His prepared killing move had collapsed without a fight. Forget killing Qin Fen-he had not even touched a hair on him. Now he hung suspended in midair, with no way up and no way down, and wanted to die. That irresistible pressure made him feel like a marionette caught in a pair of invisible hands.
And he really was being squeezed. Qin Fen froze, his heart tightening, and instinctively clenched his hand so hard that the doll warped! Everyone had a sense of danger, and Big Chef was no exception. Faced with this sudden change, he was just as bewildered.
Only Xi had a fairly clear idea of what was going on. Looking at the Nail-Head Seven-Arrows Book in Qin Fen's hand, he wanted to cry. How the hell am I supposed to deal with this? He lost the Treasure-Dropping Money, and now he's somehow gotten his hands on this thing instead. This is heaven's will!
Enchanter Demon's neck turned crimson as he began to suffocate. Forget struggling-even speaking was a problem. He could only stare at Qin Fen with his dead-fish eyes, wanting to ask, Why are you such a bastard? When did you pull this dirty trick?
He was, after all, a demon god with ten thousand years behind him. Wang Zhiqiang's eyes shifted, and he realized he had fallen victim to a magical treasure. He did not yet know which one, but it had to be something outrageously vicious, or it could never have done this to him.
Unfortunately, Qin Fen did not even know that what he held was the Nail-Head Seven-Arrows Book.
Holy shit. Qin Fen felt a little dazed. Watching Wang Zhiqiang, his mind