"I really can't take many more hits!"
The prisoner, skilled in magic and quick-witted, broke free from the old ghost's grasp upon hearing this and flew over with a whoosh, reaching out to grab the wooden knife.
But the moment it touched him, it let out a muffled groan and flew backward, black smoke billowing from its body.
The large hand that touched the wooden knife was charred black, as if it had been electrocuted.
Seeing this, Huang Yu quickly stopped the prisoner who was about to rush over: "Brother, don't be impulsive. You are a ghost, you can't touch this extremely powerful and yang magic weapon!"
"Not just you, none of us can do it!"
"Unless it's a living person!!"
Speaking of living people, Liao Zhiyuan, who was desperately fighting off evil spirits, rushed over.
After grabbing the wooden knife, he indeed did not suffer any backlash.
"That actually works!"
As Liao Zhiyuan spoke, he swung his wooden knife at a demon, trying to save one of the seven silly roe deer siblings.
"I should be able to hold out a little longer. Let's fight this filth!"
After Liao Zhiyuan launched the wooden sword into the air, it whistled and circled above everyone's heads, much like an "Angry Bird."
Upon seeing this, all the evil spirits immediately retreated in fear.
Surprisingly, the small wooden knife that Liao Zhiyuan had clearly brandished still flew towards Zhao Youliang without hesitation.
And with a thud, it plunged into Zhao Youliang's almost desperate gaze.
"A small knife floats in the sky; to kill someone, first stab yourself in the waist!"
"Seven Wounds Blade, here I come!"
"Ah!" Zhao Youliang screamed in agony.
Liao Zhiyuan and the other immortals: "..."
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