C438 A Big Harvest of Cutting Grass Root

In the blink of an eye, it was gone from the low-grade saint artifact. It was returned to its original form, unable to move. It struggled in the torch man's hand and became as meek as a puppy.

"How is this possible!"

The fiery-red figure shouted loudly in the air, his tone filled with disbelief. He turned around, holding the furnace in his hand, and said crazily, "Today