Bab 119: Flying Needle

"You're courting death!"

Liu Ming glared at the duo opposite him, feeling the stabbing pain of the wound on his chest, and uttered each word distinctly.

Under normal circumstances, thanks to the talisman armor gifted by the Daoist nun with the surname Zhong, even if the several wind blades broke through the phantom of the vine armor, they shouldn't have injured him. But just when he was attacked, his mana was in the midst of reverberation, utterly unable to pour any into the talisman armor he wore close to his body.

Without mana, the talisman armor was nothing more than seemingly ordinary bamboo slips, offering no defensive power at all. The wind blades easily slashed through the bamboo slips and wounded his flesh.

But now his mana had recovered as before. With a slight infusion of mana into the bamboo slips close to his body, the damaged parts of the talisman armor immediately mended back to their original state amid the flickering blue light.