When Chen Yuan touched that rich blood, a faint coolness traveled from his palm into his mind. As he continued to reach down, he could vaguely make out the so-called 'Evil Blood Slaughter Blade' through the blood.
It was not the long blade he had previously imagined.
Instead, it was shaped like a throwing knife, about the size of a baby's fist.
It was pitch black, with mysterious patterns etched upon it.
Chen Yuan wanted to pull it out of the blood, but the moment he touched it, a strand of black Evil Qi immediately coiled around his left palm, sending an excruciating pain straight into his marrow.
Subconsciously, he drew his hand back.
But...
Contrary to his expectations, the black dagger, as if it had a will of its own, clung tightly to the back of Chen Yuan's hand. He was shocked and tried to throw the object away.
But before Chen Yuan could act, his entire body stiffened in place, completely out of any control.
