Han Yanzi's Spiritual Sense stirred, and almost instantaneously, he turned his head to look towards a spot not far away.
There he saw Wang Ba and the White Tiger, who somehow were already standing midair with calm and indifferent expressions, as if the blood claws just now were no more than a breeze brushing past their faces.
Han Yanzi narrowed his eyes, but his thoughts were inscrutable.
Without further concealment, another blood claw flew out of his body, aiming straight for Wang Ba!
The previous blood claw that had missed its target was also closing in, one after another.
Facing these powerful and oppressive blood claws.
Wang Ba, however, had a smile on his face, as if he hadn't even seen them.
With a raise of his hand, he threw out an incense burner, swiftly enveloping Wang Qingyang within it.
Han Yanzi, seeing this scene, suddenly had a slight change in expression, focusing his gaze on that incense burner:
"A Class V magic treasure..."
