C942 Trident

"Eh?"

Zhan Ming clenched his fists and exerted his strength in the dark, but this black stick was completely intact.

"It's that strong?" Zhan Ming tried to break the stick with his two hands, but the result was the same and the whole stick was still intact.

Zhan Ming looked at the stick in his hand and knew that its hardness was definitely comparable to a godly weapon