Although he could still hold out for at least a week, things couldn't go on like this...
Fang Heng tried raising his hand forward.
The God-given scepter appeared in his palm.
"Holy Purification!"
"Buzz..."
A dark-golden holy light bloomed and rapidly spread outward through the basement.
Chi, chi chi...
The thick Black Fog made a sizzling noise under the influence of the holy ripple, but no signs of dispersion appeared.
No matter how many times he tried, it was always the same.
The purifying abilities of the holy element had no effect on the Black Fog.
Not just holy abilities—he had also tried natural science, spatial science, and elemental science multiple times. None of them could effectively dispel the Black Fog.
What should he do?
He had gotten so used to cheat-like methods—now that he couldn't rely on them, it was giving him a headache.
While Fang Heng was feeling troubled, his phone rang.
"Mr. Fang Heng,"
