"For you to survive from me and pull that ax out meant that you are quite strong." The ragged-clothed male grabbed hold of the flying knife which was full of cracks. He casually threw it, causing the knife to fly as a stream of light towards Xue Ying.
Xue Ying extended his hand to receive it. He was anxiously asking for it for fear that the other party's body would completely digest the flying knife.
Looking downwards, even though he did not spend much time pulling out the ax, this flying knife seemed to be full of damages and was half-broken already.
He attempted to control it. The flying knife 'ohmed' with some slight vibration.
'The internal core Dao is completely fine, but the knife's exterior body has been damaged.' Xue Ying felt heartache, 'It seems that I'll have to find someone specialized in refining weapons to help repair it.'
If the inherent core 'Dao' were damaged, then this True God weapon would be completely wasted.
