If the dart coated with poison pierced into one's heart, the consequences would be quite dire.
"Don't you think you're a little too overconfident?" Feng Luo's pair of widened eyes stared straight at the bloodthirsty ninja. Their eyes locked and a mocking sneer suddenly appeared on Feng Luo's face.
"Puff!"
The force pushing the Ghost Weep army knife that the ninja was currently holding, suddenly increased substantially. In an instant, three of the ninja's fingers were sliced off and the dark red blade effortlessly sliced through the side of the Rebel Army ninja's neck.
"-5678!"
Ghost Weep, with the attached bonus skill activated, was able to combat against the strength of a Tyrant. For a blade like that, was it even possible for a mere Level-50 Commander-Grade agility type monster to hold it in place using his bare hands?
"Clang!"
At the same time, Feng Luo's body was suddenly covered with a layer of dark red "armor."
