Little Loach soon calmed down, finally recovering from its frenzy.
"What the hell was that freak-out for?" Mo Fan cursed.
He hurriedly tucked the unruly little pendant inside his clothes. Luckily, he had not gone far. Apart from Zhou Sining and Mu Nujiao, no one had seen him carrying such an unusual thing.
Buzz, buzz!
Scolded, Little Loach only grew more defiant. It flashed twice in quick, fierce bursts to show its displeasure.
"Oh, now you're upset? Then tell me, why did you suddenly... Wait!"
Mo Fan broke off his tirade as he understood Little Loach's explanation. He froze. "You mean that eyeball's real target was you, but because I was carrying you, its initial barrier and mental attack hit me instead? When I stepped out of its sight, it thought I'd given up resisting and locked onto you with everything it had. You can't beat it yet, so you ran like crazy?"
"Buzz, buzz." Little Loach trembled in confirmation.
"What the fuck... So it knew you were there from the start, and you were its target all along?!"
Mo Fan felt sick. Worse than sick—cold sweat was breaking out across his skin.
It was only when Lu Nian had hunted him during the training expedition that Mo Fan had truly realized how strange and powerful Crimson Blade: Burning Heaven was.
The blade had not only saved a dying Zhou Sining, but had also slain Lu Nian with ease.
Later, when the berserk Zhou Sining locked onto him, Mo Fan saw the Evil Blade's eye up close for the first time. A primal terror seized him, as though he had become its prey.
At the time, he thought it was simply attacking indiscriminately in its rampage. Even Lu Nian had been unable to withstand it, so it was no surprise