The moment he grasped the hilt of the knife, those black lines, like living things, quickly spread upward along his palm and attached to the surface of his body.

Li Ziyu didn't notice that a flash of black passed through his eyes, and then returned to normal. He raised his hand and looked at it. The black lines on his hand were exactly the same as the black lines on the bone knife, flowing slowly, and he felt that his body was full of strength, a stronger strength than usual.

He slowly stood up from the large bone chair, and a black mist flashed around him.

So amazing!

This is such a great state. I feel like I can beat the headhunters. I can do 100 of them!

Li Ziyu, holding the bone knife, was full of confidence. He swung the knife casually, making a loud noise. His eyes gradually became cold, and the desire to kill rose in his heart. He felt the intimacy of darkness.

At this moment, Li Ziyu's body suddenly froze, and then he raised his hand and threw the knife out. His body, which was originally standing straight, suddenly hunched over. He leaned on his knees, gasping for breath, his face covered in cold sweat, and looked at the enchanted bone knife on the ground with vigilance and horror in his eyes.

That was close!

It can actually affect me in such a short time. Is this just a primary dark magic mark?

I almost got into trouble.

Indeed, the enchanted bone knife made Li Ziyu feel powerful, but it also affected his mind. If it lasted for a long time, he would become an emotionless, cold-blooded killing puppet and would be controlled by the bone knife.

After a while, Li Ziyu sat back on the big bone chair. He felt exhausted, which was a side effect of the sudden loss of strength.