Yin-Yang Conversion!
With a single move, Gu Xi forcibly tore a piece of land from before him.
However, the land he tore away this time covered a much smaller area.
Lightning Cross Prison could at least still be called a prison, but this Underworld land he had torn away could not even qualify as one.
Altogether, it was only a little over two thousand square meters. If it were circular, it would be roughly fifty meters in diameter.
Gu Xi normally would not have spared such a tiny patch of land a second glance. If he walked a little faster, he could run from one end of it to the other in no time.
But this time was different. Within this tiny plot of land stood a windmill over two hundred meters tall.
And it was the Abomination kind of windmill.
What was that called? A mountain need not be high; with an immortal, it became renowned.
By tearing this land away, Gu Xi had effectively gotten a grip on the Weird Windmill.
At once, Gu Xi sent the land before him to the vicinity of the Mirror Dungeon, intending to suppress the thing first.
Yet just after Gu Xi sent out the land he had torn away, he sensed that something seemed off.
From Gu Xi's perspective as he looked toward the Mirror Dungeon, it seemed as though the Mirror Dungeon had been entangled by a purple storm.
Although the storm was not especially destructive, it kept circling around the outer perimeter of the Mirror Dungeon.
Gu Xi's eyes narrowed at the sight. After examining it carefully, he discovered that the Purple Storm had erupted from Great Lord's side, torn through the canopy there, and flown outside the Mirror Dungeon.
Clearly, this was the damage caused by the casual