Luo Xia was almost numb. There was no end to them-he simply couldn't kill them all. Scraps of flesh covered his Mecha's tail, and he had lost count of how many Weirds the Destroyer component on its right arm had crushed.
If Luo Xia hadn't been protected inside the Mecha most of the time, with the machine running on its own energy, he probably wouldn't have had any strength left.
Just then, a figure entered Luo Xia's field of view. It was Jiang Weiwei. Holding a translucent dagger with an odd design, she slowly walked past the Weirds, stabbing each one she passed.
Once stabbed, the Weird withered as if all its blood and vitality had been drained, and a trace of red appeared in the strangely shaped blade in her hand.
The more Weirds she killed, the redder her dagger became, until it looked as though it had been formed from condensed blood.
It was so vividly red that it seemed ready to drip blood.
Her expression was also becoming increasingly strange.
Luo Xia suddenly remembered that this girl's ability apparently came from a contract with the spirit of a strange dagger.
That dagger had once been the personal weapon of a very famous assassin.
Its ability apparently made her invisible to targets within her field of view. Every individual she killed became an offering to the dagger, and once those offerings reached its limit, the dagger would take control of her instead.
The restriction seemed to be that every movement had to be light and slow. The lighter and slower she moved, the stronger the effect.
Luo Xia understood now. This woman looked like she was about to lose control. Still, he didn't need to interfere, because he knew Wan Zhuo certainly wouldn't abandon his lover.
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