The sacrifices are not limited to gods and ghosts—magic artifacts work too.
"Check your pockets again. You might have something."
Zhou Xuan gestured invitingly.
Lu Yusheng actually checked, but without the Nightmare Ancient Mirror, he couldn't take on the storyteller.
As he rummaged through his belongings, another blood hand emerged, seizing his "Eye of Insight."
"Divine Stealer?"
Lu Yusheng instinctively shouted.
Before the words left his mouth, another blood hand appeared. This time, there were two...
Time to bolt.
Lu Yusheng's magic artifacts were stripped away one by one. Paralyzed with fear, the murderous confidence he once carried during his cross-border killings was nowhere to be found.
He activated the Divine Armor, desperate to flee. Revenge for the severed finger?
A gentleman's revenge can wait ten years.
"Oh? Your Divine Armor looks quite good, doesn't it."
