A Priceless Forbidden Tool

A thick demonic light emerged from Lear's body to resist the aftermath of the explosion. Other than that, the magic mark on his forehead squirmed and bloomed with light.

These light markings flashed and landed on the two daggers that had been flung aside. The two daggers were wrapped by the light runes and disappeared in an instant.

"What's that?" Seeing this, Zhang Yuxin frowned. She did not know the origin of these two daggers.

"It should be Lear's life-saving trump card," Shen Fei said after taking a deep breath.

Zhang Yuxin nodded. "No wonder he was able to live until now. He had made preparations." 

At this moment, she felt a little more at ease. If Lear really died, the two of them, being the only ones on-site, would have been in big trouble.

Then, Shen Fei and Zhang Yuxin's gazes were directed at the sky.