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Four days later in the afternoon
Behind Low Mountain, in a small mountain hollow.
Chen Mu stood on the mountaintop, looking down at the hollow, his right hand holding the Black Gourd, muttering words under his breath.
As the Curse Command was uttered, Chen Mu suddenly felt his brow chakra open, a coolness rushing out.
Boom!
Like a flamethrower, a stream of blue flame erupted from the mouth of the Black Gourd.
The flames surged, quickly forming a three-meter-diameter fireball in mid-air.
The air itself twisted from the intensity of the heat.
The next moment, the fireball thundered forth, crashing into the hollow.
Pfft!
A muffled sound.
The ground in the hollow instantly blasted open, leaving a five to six-meter-wide crater.
Chunks of black-red semi-melted rocks soared into the air, scattering in all directions.
Hum!
