Demon God Descends! High-grade Master Ball!

Chu Feng's voice echoed in Anaodo's mind.

He did not show it on his face.

His heart was suddenly in turmoil.

What did Chu Feng mean?

He actually had a way to deal with a half-step Heavenly Martial Artist?

One had to know that even for him, unless he really did not care about the terrifying consequences, he would not dare to say that he could match a half-step Heaven Martial Realm expert!

However, time was of the essence now. Even if Anaodo had doubts, he could not ask further.

He could only choose to trust Chu Feng.

He suddenly replied.

"I can't guarantee that I'll succeed, but I can give it a try!"

Chu Feng nodded imperceptibly.

Now, he could only go all out.

In his right hand, a small black ball had quietly appeared. However, there seemed to be a trace of golden light mixed in these black balls.

This was a high-grade Master Ball!