Above the abandoned catacombs in the south.
Inside the Floating City.
Mino Gittiler stood before the control console.
A mass of pitch-black Shadow Energy outlined a map of energy distribution interwoven with light and darkness before him.
There were shades of black and white, representing the Holy Light concentration distribution beneath the Floating City.
"Teacher, the first phase of absorption is complete, should we continue?"
Mino waved his hand.
"Forget it, this is elven territory; they will deal with the rest themselves."
"Yes, Teacher, I'll go call them back right now."
Thanks to the precise location and Zhuo Yang's absorption of a fair amount of Holy Light below.
This session of absorption was much more convenient than the last time they ran around the farm.
Mino was mentally calculating this trip's profits.
Suddenly, a pale blue tinge appeared on the map.
This was a high concentration of wind.
Mino couldn't help but be startled.
