"Roar!" Python roared, swallowed the last cloud of ink into his body, and then stared at Lin Hao angrily.

Lin Hao beckons to the red material. The red material narrows cleverly and flies back to Lin Hao's hands. After absorbing most of the dark clouds, the red material is no longer pure red, which is mixed with some black, but it is strange that although the color has changed, the shape of this object is still transparent.

this inexplicable material is really strange. After falling into Lin Hao's palm, his mouth opened, and he even gave out a loud burp like a child.

Lin Hao was a little wry, or...