章節 1914: Saint Empty Bottle

The Wind Eagle Emperor coldly smiled as he said with murderous rage, "Qingfeng, let me tell you, this is the saint dharma treasure my ancestors left me, even though some of its spirituality was lost so it only has one tenth of it powers left, it can still easily kill you."

The Wind Eagle Emperor opened the Saint Empty Bottle's cap with his right hand, releasing a green whirlpool.

The green whirlpool was like a black hole that had an immense gravitational froce, as it immediately pulled Qingfeng's body towards it.

Qingfeng's face changed as he felt the powerful suction from the Saint Empty Bottle, which drew in his body without his control.

He knew that this Saint Empty Bottle wasn't so simple, as it contained the energy of monarch grade masters it had absorbed. He couldn't go inside, or he would definitely be wounded irreversibly.