บท 917: Red Dragon

"Although he was decently strong and had discerning abilities, he was overconfident…"

Fang Yuan landed slowly, picked up the bronze spear from the corpse, and shook his head.

"Detestable!"

In midair, the illusion vanished. Heinze walked out and stared at the corpse on the ground, wishing that he could take a bite out of it.

"This bronze spear seems to be the only Derivative that he had on him!"

Fang Yuan waved the spear in his hands and found its weight suitable for him. "What about that card?"

"Disappeared. I think it was created by the influence of a first-class Derivative. It could only be used once and would immediately disappear afterward…"

Heinze looked furious. "Damned Primary Color. I will never let them go!"

"Be careful. Primary Color is incomparable to the Sorcerer Congress, and you haven't spent years undercover there…" Fang Yuan kindly reminded him.