C1217 It Turns out to be Ordinary

1217.

"How is this possible? No, this is impossible..."

Guo Hongliang was dumbfounded. He didn't know why this seemingly aggressive black Ball's attack didn't hurt at all. Similarly... The wild pheasant lying on the ground in front of him also revealed a look of disbelief.

This Ball was a trump card that it had used hundreds of years to condense and polish using its own energy