"What exactly is that thing?"
Everyone's gaze fell behind Lin Chuan. The nine black spheres floating there looked exceedingly strange. They clearly emitted no aura, yet anyone who saw them felt their heart pound with fear.
"Is it something from your dark element?" Southern Dipper asked Meng Jingxian beside him with a frown.
"No. There are no fluctuations of dark spiritual power, but I can feel that thing is dangerous—extremely dangerous. It feels like if I touched it even once, I would immediately be reduced to ashes," Meng Jingxian said gravely.
"I feel the same way!" Shui Mochan said with a solemn expression, while the others nodded in agreement.
As someone from the Great Sound Pavilion, Shui Mochan had seen and learned much, yet she still could not identify the nine black spheres behind Lin Chuan. However, she had long grown accustomed to such things. She had already experienced just how numerous and bizarre Lin Chuan's methods were. Even if Lin Chuan suddenly died and then came back to life, she would not find it strange.
"It looks like some kind of secret technique, but I've never seen anything like it," Shi Jin said softly.
Xiao Heng's eyes rested on the black spheres. Black-and-white light flickered at the tips of his right fingers as he continuously calculated something, yet he could make no sense of it.
"But one thing is certain: Lin Chuan should be fine. He's probably cultivating some special spell," Qin Lang said from the side.
His feelings differed somewhat from the others'. After all, he was already at the Great Ascension stage and had mastered three kinds of Purple Heaven Divine Thunder. Although he could sense danger from the black spheres, it did not affect him as profoundly as it did the others. Still, he was certain