บท 1271: The Ring Spirit

"You're not it!"

Ming Hao held the Blood Vein Ring, his face dark and evil and his eyes deep as he shouted.

The black smoke suddenly fumed from the ring surface. It was clearly the dark, sinister soul of Ming Hao.

He used the soul to enter the ring to investigate. It seemed like he was struggling with the Ring Spirit inside to confirm his assumptions.

Listening to Ming Hao, everybody changed their visages and looked at him.

Xuan He and Frederick exchanged looks, their faces stern. They didn't stop him and just frowned at the ring.

As Shi Yan heard Ming Hao say that, he was shocked as he felt a lightning strike shoot through his head and tear the layers of the uncertain mist.

As soon as Ming Hao's soul had entered the ring, the connection between Shi Yan and the Ring Spirit was gone instantly. Shi Yan didn't know what was going on inside the ring, but he guessed that the Ring Spirit wasn't normal.