C111 Transformed

Though unharmed, Ye Feng's appearance was quite disheveled.

He straightened his attire and gazed toward the heart of the explosion, where the black bead had left no trace.

The tentacles that had been flailing about were now reduced to dust with the bead's disappearance, scattering a thick layer on the ground like ash from an ancient relic.

"Has everything been resolved?" Hua Weiyang asked