C882 Conflicts from Explosions

"Hundred Leaves Flower, Nether Blue Grass, Yellow Dragon Root …"

Shen Shu's gaze swept across the silver plates on the ground. Then, he beckoned with his hand and brought one of the silver plates over. However, at this moment, several pulling forces appeared.

Immediately, the silver plate froze in midair. It trembled violently, as if it was being torn apart.

After one breath's time