Although Zhao Guang had been wearing armor for such a long time, it was inevitable that he would have a scent on him. Still, suddenly smelling it was somewhat unbearable, even though Yars was already familiar with similar situations in the army.
Zhao Guang only saw a flash of white light before Yars had already sheathed his long sword.
Not even feeling the pain, Zhao Guang wiped his mouth with his hand and then noticed a bit of fresh blood on his lips.
"So fast, so precise," Zhao Guang said, giving a thumbs up before smearing the fragrant blood on the ring. As he recited a spell, the blood gradually got absorbed into it.
Zhao Guang staggered, feeling a bit dizzy.
Indeed, his magical power wasn't sufficient; just claiming ownership of a ring was making him feel a bit unwell.
"I hope using this ring won't make me dizzy in the future."
"That should not happen. Using the Space Ring only requires you to sense the magic power and consumes very little."
