The rewards from killing the undead sorcerer Bodeman were obviously quite astounding.
Legendary level is a height difficult for ordinary players to reach; even top professions like Magi and Templars were no match for a Legendary Mage.
Nie Yan's gaze fell on his left hand. He had just caught something with his spider silk.
Looking closely, he found it was a small dagger, about three inches long, dull and lacking any shine, inscribed with some strange runes. Occasionally, a cold glint flashes across the ancient dagger, sending chills down one's spine, like the feeling of being watched by a venomous snake.
A chilling coldness seeped through the palm of Nie Yan's left hand, causing some numbness.
It seemed as if it was about to break free from his hand, this weapon was filled with a strange spirituality.
Nie Yan seemed to sense a soul residing within this dagger, one that was extremely powerful and terrifying, perhaps even more so than the undead sorcerer Bodeman.
