My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange

The illusionary False Perfected one conjured up by the book saw this, his eyes cold, as his hand swung forward emitting an extremely filthy blood light, charging towards Wang Zijia.

In front of Wang Zijia, a book page abruptly emerged, on it were countless uniquely shaped characters. Under the bloody light’s assault, the characters quickly smeared and turned into a filthy book page contaminated with blood.

As the book page was defiled, the book emitting the bloody light trembled for a moment, as if striking itself, causing the illusionary figure of the False Perfected one to dissipate.

After the bloody light hit the book page, Wang Zijia’s whole body quivered.

Immediately afterward, his skin rapidly hardened and continuously shrank until it became a palm-sized giant bloody cicada molt.

At this time, the spiritual light around the altar converged, and Wang Zijia’s figure reemerged.

One-time usage second-grade magic tool: Blood Cicada Molting, took the brunt of the bloody light’s attack for him, thus he didn’t sustain much damage.

At this moment, there was only about a foot of distance left between Wang Zijia and the book. By extending his hand, he could grab the book.

Meanwhile, the book trembled slightly, as bloody light flickered, it seemed to launch another attack on Wang Zijia.

"Go!"

Wang Zijia’s eyes glared fiercely, and he pointed his finger at the book between almost-squinted eyes.