Thinking of this, Xu Shu glanced at the strange leather bag clipped on the corner of Yan Hui's eye.
He didn't know what it was, but it seemed to be shaped like a ping-pong paddle.
The reason he noticed this item was because, assisted by "sensory perception," Xu Shu detected something unusual.
He guessed that the way Yan Hui had locked onto him just moments ago, like using a cheat with clairvoyance, was likely caused by this item!
Perhaps it was some kind of cursed tool.
Amidst the dreadful sound of wailing and friction, Xu Shu's pressure increased, and the pain in his body gradually intensified.
"This is bad... I can't escape, can't defeat them, these wailing sounds, the corrosive power is too strong. Staying here any longer will... uh, corrode?"
Xu Shu gritted his teeth, yet suddenly a flash of insight occurred in his mind, catching a blind spot, his expression slightly stiffened.
