Clack!
Right then, a deafening sound rang out like thunder.
The black eight-ball was glowing. Like a flash of black thunder, it was shooting toward Jeffery.
Jeffery’s expression changed dramatically. When he felt the terrifying wave of energy the black eight-ball had in it, he immediately turned around and stood on a pool table ten meters away. He held his hands up and placed them on his chest. With that, a bright screen was formed in front of his body. That was none other than Golden Shield Technique.
Although it could block a bullet, it didn't stand a chance against the eight-ball.
With a bang, the sound of glass shattering rang out. The eight-ball had shattered his Golden Shield Technique and punched him in the chest.
“Pfft!” Jeffery flew out and crashed into the wall. After that, he was coughing out mouthfuls of blood.
Upon a closer look, the eight-ball had actually pierced through his chest.
Jeffery slid off the wall and fell to the ground on his knees. At that point, he was still coughing blood continuously. When he raised his head, he looked horrified.
One step at a time, Donald approached him. With every step he took, his aura got stronger and stronger. In the end, he looked like True Dragon when he looked down at Jeffery indifferently.
Jeffery felt an enormous force crushing down on him, and he could feel his bones trembling.
When Jeffery looked out the window, he felt a huge wave of nausea in his chest.
Beyond the ninth floor, a huge spiral dark cloud appeared over the Rivebale Hotel.
Jeffery was dumbfounded. Can a human really affect the weather with his power? Isn't that just a legend? How strong is Donald, exactly?
“Have mercy, Mr. Campbell! Spare my life!” Jeffery was indeed a capable fighter. Although he had a hole in his chest, he was still alive, and even shout and beg for mercy.
Silas was stunned.
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