Ah!
Han Yu glanced around and was taken aback himself.
When he was knocked flying, he only thought it was a trick played by Ping, never expecting this strike to be so peculiar.
The snake heads, originally the size of well apertures, had shrunk to the size of cauliflower snakes at this moment.
"This is damn well my ability."
The Artifact Spirit gritted its teeth, but unfortunately didn't have the strength to climb up, and could only vent its frustrations continuously in the Sea of Consciousness.
As a genuine Artifact Spirit, it considered itself lively and cute, and being bullied by the main body daily was tolerable, even having its energy taken was bearable; even if Ping showed signs of recognition, it endured it.
But don't go too far!
Even its abilities were being taken.
Han Yu was also somewhat incredulous; he touched the long knife in his right hand, which still passed through his hand, just a phantom image.
