Lu Feng was startled by the sight. Instinctively, he raised his sword and slashed at the Strange Ball. The sharp Sword Light pierced straight through its body in an instant, cleaving it into... two balls!
But the Strange Ball had always been in a peculiar liquid state. How could it possibly fear being split apart?
In but an instant, the two severed balls fused back together. At the very moment they merged, they also enveloped the longsword Lu Feng was holding aloft within their "body."
The gash Lu Feng's sword had cut into it instead seemed to help the Strange Ball, sparing it the trouble of "opening its mouth."
Lu Feng's hand around the hilt trembled as he felt a terrifying metallic aura erupt from the ball's surface. Then came a crisp crack of refined iron snapping. In panic, he immediately abandoned the sword and staggered backward into the pavilion.
The instant he let go, the sword hilt—crafted from a special metalwood of extraordinary toughness—could not withstand the ball's metallic aura and was shattered into powder.
Lu Feng watched the scene gravely, swallowing involuntarily in fright. If he had withdrawn even half a beat slower, if he had been unwilling to part with such a treasured sword, his hand would likely have been shaken into pulp as well!
The rare sharp sword he had worked so hard to obtain had been swallowed by the Strange Ball without leaving even a trace. Aside from the hilt being shattered, the blade had not "spat out" even the slightest ripple or fragment. Lu Feng could not help but burn with resentment!
What kind of damned ball was this? Occupying one level of his Ancient Desolation Altar was one thing. Giving him no benefit or tangible increase in combat strength was one thing. But