Black liquid constantly climbed up the mural.
In its path, the white thunder that had been circulating in the gaps of the mural was completely absorbed.
Soon, the black liquid completely covered the last mural.
At this sight, both Chen Sheng and Shen Ziming showed a hint of confusion in their eyes.
They didn't understand what the black liquid was trying to do.
As for Xiao Hei, he had no intention of explaining.
He slightly hooked the corner of his mouth, making a gesture of you'll see some good stuff.
This scene didn't last long.
About a dozen seconds of effort.
Black liquid gradually faded away from the mural and continuously converged towards Xiao Hei's body.
As for the mural, it fell into dullness again, not bearing the previous brightness.
"This thing is good."
Xiao Hei, like offering a treasure, extended his palm again in front of Chen Sheng.
In a series of squirming sounds.
Scorching thunder light gradually emerged from Xiao Hei's palm.
