The spatial rift above the magic array was about three meters wide and fifty centimeters wide. The two sides of the rift were distorted space, and in the middle of the rift was nothing. It looked like a rift that had been torn apart in the real world.
Rustle... A soft rustling sound could be heard.
The runes around the volcanic rocks on the ground slowly lit up. The originally heavy volcanic rocks were slowly moving towards the rift, as if there was some kind of strong attractive force attracting them.
The volcanic rock moved faster and faster, and finally, with a whoosh, it tunneled into the spatial crack and disappeared.
Following that, the spatial crack closed up with a sizzling sound.
On the other side, Heath, who had sent away the volcanic rock, hurriedly got up and walked to the wooden table beside him. On the wooden table was a large crystal ball.
He caressed the crystal ball with one hand and chanted an obscure incantation.
