Chương 1171: Chapter 1171: A Homeless Cur

This painting emitted a strong radiance, seemingly engaged in a battle with the iron rod on its own!

But the iron rod remained dark. Ever since it slipped from Marc Fraley's hand, it became more dull, without a shred of combat power left.

Although there was still some lingering aura on it, it held no intention to attack.

The painting hung in the air for a while, its brilliance becoming more and more splendid, a breath of Ancient Times permeating the whole battlefield.

Ethan Smith climbed up from the ground, ignoring his own pain, and savored this peculiar scene.

"Now's the time!"

Ethan Smith suddenly realized something!

This iron rod can sweep everything in the world, but it doesn't belong to Marc Fraley, it is an object without a master.

After it left his hand, it no longer had any intention to fight. This meant, whomever got it, got it for themselves!