C863 Recycling Power

Ye Hongtian wasn't any better than the blind ones. He was staring at the white light with his Eye of the Mirror. The blood from the corner of his eye had dried up. The temperature of his eyes had reached a terrifying level.

From Ye Hong Tian's perspective, a furry white ball was in the middle of the white light. The white light seemed to be emitted by this furry ball