"Xiao Budian?" Lingshi Wansheng frowned slightly. What kind of stupid name was that? However, the black ball in the middle of winter also made him feel a strange aura. Lingshi Wansheng's expression also became solemn.
Even with his mastery in the art of mechanical puppets, he was still unable to see through the structure and combat mode of the black ball. This was something worth taking seriously. If it was any other mechanical puppet master, he would have known what was going on with just a glance. However, the little thing that Xia Ping 'an had taken out gave him a feeling that it was unfathomable.
