The Black Lotus had been a blessing in disguise.
He had actually used his elixir skill on a grade 8 ingredient and been able to comprehend it. If not for that, he had no hope at all of even tickling the horrific flesh anchor, but because he had done so, Lind used his skill as an elixir master once more.
He could not Forge or make a weaving that would even have a hope of impacting the thing, but he had touched on it with his skill as an elixir master.
His hand burned inside the blood of the creature as it wailed in his mind. Pain within and without made it hard to focus but he put it all into touching the essence of the array. It was not a normal formation.
It existed in the spiritual rather than physical. In other words, it was closer to an elixir ingredient than anything else in the world!
Unfortunately, it was a grade 8 item in every sense of the class!
An ant could not move a mountain but a colony could bore into it!
