"Come forth, my magical black pot!"
Ye Haochuan supported the operation of the Four Dragons Divine Monarch Cauldron with one hand and summoned the black pot with the other, placing it over his head.
Bang~
The giant sword fell onto the black pot without stirring the slightest ripple.
Under the black pot, Ye Haochuan surprisingly felt not an ounce of pressure.
Oh my goodness, this pot is defying all logic!
Ye Haochuan was secretly overjoyed.
The black pot couldn't stop attacks from diffusing in from all directions, but direct attacks were, without doubt, completely absorbed, leaving nothing behind.
Baldy was also dumbfounded, staring quizzically at this pitch-black object, his head full of questions.
Since when did the home-cooking iron pot become a defensive magical treasure, and with such great effectiveness?
"It's impossible, this must be just a coincidence!" Baldy was not willing to trust his eyes and grabbed his broadsword, smashing it down once again.
Bang bang bang~
