Crack!
Under Chu Ming's feet, a fist-sized piece of ore turned into powder under the blow of the Black Wind.
Whoosh!
Five hundred meters! One thousand meters, one thousand five hundred meters...
The two ventured deeper and deeper. So far, there had been no danger, at least Chu Ming hadn't encountered anything that could threaten them yet.
Huff! Huff! Huff!
As they proceeded, Chu Ming frowned. The Black Wind constantly brushed against him, making his perception of it more direct than Feng Yuyan's.
The destructive power of the Black Wind in this place had increased by at least fifty percent since they first entered, but it was still within his tolerance range.
Boom!
The rocks shattered, fragments flying, and a shadow three to four meters tall was pulled from the rock wall. The shadow was blurry and indistinct, but it contained immense power.
"Is this... the Black Wind Spirit?"
