Several nights later, deep into the night.
In the heart of Hai Character Camp's Stone Temple.
Lan Zhang lounged lazily in a stone chair, a faint smile playing on his lips, "This place is Beyond Heaven, far from the Netherworld. The newly born Yin Spirit Divine Power is weak, and the Dew Harvesting Spell is slightly dysfunctional—that's expected."
"With Ghost Gate as an anchor and the Netherworld factions pulling, the power of the River of Oblivion pervades the entire Hai Character Camp."
"A one-time dysfunction is acceptable, but a widespread failure of cursing methods is absolutely impossible!" Shen Yan said with an icy expression.
"Is that so? Then has Military Supervisor Shen found the reason?" Lan Zhang's expression remained unchanged as he still slouched lazily in the stone chair.
A fierce light flashed in Shen Yan's eyes, "The Dew Harvesting Spell relies on the River of Oblivion."
