"Puff!"
A trail of black smoke shot out from Lin Fan's palm.
In an instant, it enveloped several miles around.
The dense fog carried a pungent, fishy stench.
This caused Zhao Jiaqi, who was tucked under Lin Fan's arm, to feel an unprecedented sense of panic.
"What happened?"
"The crystal ball broke."
Lin Fan looked helplessly at the swirling black smoke.
Although it was hard to see clearly, the malevolent threat it exuded made him feel a chill as well.
"No way, big brother, what are you doing, such an important thing, how could you not handle it carefully?"
Zhao Jiaqi frowned.
Just now, she thought Lin Fan was very clever, not even giving Xu Shiyong a chance to smash the crystal ball.
But unexpectedly, he ended up breaking it himself.
"Do you think I wanted this? If I hadn't caught it with my hands, you would have been killed by them."
Lin Fan furrowed his brows.
Although the thing in the black smoke was very powerful.
