The iron ball was pitch black, and even under the sunlight, it did not show any luster. But a chilling aura quietly emanated from within the ball.
Equally nondescript iron balls numbered sixteen more in the room behind him. If the rest of the Shrek Seven Monsters knew that he had devoted the majority of his energy over these full two months to crafting just these eighteen iron balls, who knows what they might think.
Tang San picked up the iron ball in his hand and muttered to himself, "What's missing now is simply the poison. I really want to craft the Furious Tang Lotus again, as well as those Peach Blossom Needles that I've never completed. Unfortunately, in this world, the limitations on materials are ultimately too great."
