Holding the rusty knife in his hand, Feng Xia could not help but feel dumbfounded.
After an unknown period of time, he reached out in a daze with his other hand and gently touched the blade of the butcher knife. The feel of tiny potholes clearly told him something.
You are really too rusty.
"This knife can't have become useless just like that, right?"
Feng Xia opened his mouth speechlessly. He raised the butcher knife and inspected it carefully. At this moment, the sun outside was already setting. Under the twilight, the rust on the knife seemed to have deepened in color, as if it was stained with the blood of time.
He tried to inject magical power into the knife. Suddenly, he exclaimed softly and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.
The magical power he infused into the butcher knife simply disappeared without a trace, like a clay ox entering the sea!