In a remote jungle nestled between Chu City and Whitewater City within the Da Xuan Country, a thin and frail figure was leaning against a thick tree trunk. Both of his legs were spread apart in a relaxed manner. This figure belonged to a thirteen or fourteen-year-old teenager. Aside from his unusually pale face, the boy had fairly common facial features. His clothes were loose-fitting and a bright shining steel sword was carelessly thrown by his side.
Liu Ming saw that the ground over there was shrouded by a mass of black fog that had emerged from the shattered bead.
The black fog appeared damp and only covered an area of a few feet in diameter, looking as if it wouldn't disperse.
Witnessing this scene, Liu Ming naturally felt very astonished, and with a flick of his sleeve, a gust of wind surged out, rolling towards the black fog.
With a "puff," the wind passed on either side of the fog without stirring it in the slightest.
At this, Liu Ming truly shivered, raised one hand, and cast a fireball that flew out towards the fog.
Resulting in a muffled sound, the fireball extinguished instantaneously upon touching the black fog, as if encountering its nemesis.
Seeing this, Liu Ming's face grew even more surprised.
After hesitating for a moment, he flicked his sleeve again, and with a jingling sound, a silver chain shot out and pierced towards the black fog.
With a "bang,"