Six Fingers

Dust billowed through the air, obscuring everything.

The ruins fell silent. Only the faint trickle of falling rubble remained.

After a while, a hand thrust out from a pile of stones and shoved hard.

The stones rolled away, revealing Mo Xie in his Armor Magic Tool.

A huge claw mark gouged across his chest. The Armor Magic Tool had failed to stop it, the Shield Magic Tool had been destroyed, and blood seeped from the wound.

He stood there, struggling to breathe as heat and tearing pain spread through his chest. Cold sweat broke out all over him.

He glanced at the Tang Dao in his hand. Its blade had snapped off completely, leaving only an empty hilt in his grip.

With a sigh, he tossed the hilt aside.

"Next time... I have to buy... a top-grade defensive Magic Tool. The ones I make are hopeless..."

As he removed the shattered remains of his Armor Magic Tool, Mo Xie regretted his decision.

He had forged the Armor Magic Tool and Shield Magic Tool himself. At best, they could withstand attacks from Servant-level Demons.

But that last strike had been far beyond Servant Level. They had stood no chance.

He had even used his Tang Dao to block it, only for the blade to shatter.

If he had owned a top-grade Armor Magic Tool and Shield Magic Tool, he never would have ended up in such a sorry state!

Money was meant to be spent where it mattered. When something unexpected happened, as it had tonight, good equipment could save his life.

What kind of fool had money and refused to spend it?

That close call had taught Mo Xie a brutal lesson.

He took several Healing Potions from his Spatial Ring and gave the wound a quick treatment to stop