Five days later, on the north side of Low Mountain, there was a small hollow.
Rocks in disarray and spiny shrubs dominated the hollow.
On a gigantic stone platform, Chen Mu sat cross-legged.
He opened his right hand, pushing it upward.
Along with the deep and lengthy Curse Command, a black Soul Strength swirled upwards from his right palm, forming a sphere.
Chen Mu felt as if a vacuum cleaner had been stuffed into his head.
A tremendous suction force continued to pull something outwards.
He stared at the pitch-black sphere hovering above his palm with an odd expression on his face, "Sand Containing Technique? This sphere doesn't look at all like sand?"
Whoo!
The sphere, as if propelled by an exploding cannonball, suddenly broke free from his hand, trailing a deep whoosh as it tore through the air.
Boom!
A dull thud resonated, and dirt and stones flew into the air, creating a large pit about three to four meters in diameter in the hollow.
