Zhang Yiming paused slightly, took out a glass bottle from his pocket, the bottle was only the size of a thumb.
The glass bottle was filled with black liquid, and even through the bottle, one could sense the decaying power inside.
The ink-black liquid seemed to be the darkest thing in the world, making one unable to imagine what it would be like for this level of blackness to flow through human veins.
Captain Zhang received the glass bottle, the powerful superpower fluctuations within his body contained rich vitality, separated by a layer of glass, decay and vitality were like a yin-yang symbol.
Not interfering with each other, yet responding to one another in pairs.
The small bottle rolled flexibly in Captain Zhang's hand twice, like a black butterfly.
"How stingy."
Captain Zhang mumbled three words, then kicked the glass bottle into his pocket.
This was actually a very dangerous action.
