How could an existence that could follow such a big shot be an ordinary magical weapon?
"Bro, why are you standing there like a fool?" Suddenly, the black sword jumped in front of Jiang Ming and asked in surprise. "Looks like the treasure on this altar is already gone. Let's escape first."
At this moment, the black sword seemed to have returned to its usual noisy self. It was no longer as cold and somber as before.
"Didn't you hear about this altar?" Jiang Ming stared at it faintly.
"What? I've never heard of it!" The black sword was dumbfounded. "No, this thing is scary. If I heard someone mention it, I would not have forgotten."
Jiang Ming's eyes flashed. It seemed to have no memory of what it had said earlier.