Only then did Lin Changheng begin carefully exploring the effects of his newly acquired [Earth-Control Demonic Art].
He made a startling discovery: at that very moment, he had formed an unprecedentedly close connection with the earth beneath his feet.
With the slightest stir of his thoughts, the soil, sand, and stones within roughly ten feet seemed to become extensions of his body, effortlessly obeying him like his own limbs.
He waved a hand to set up an isolation formation so he would not disturb Mo Zhaoli's cultivation, then began experimenting.
He focused his attention directly on a grayish-brown rock half a person's height ahead of him inside the cave.
An astonishing sight unfolded!
With a slight expenditure of his magical power, the rock silently softened and changed shape. Like an obedient lump of clay, it followed his thoughts and instantly formed a stone shield half a foot thick, with sharp edges. It floated before him, its surface shimmering with dense, earthen-yellow spiritual light and radiating solid defensive strength.
"Forming stone into a shield with a thought!" Surprise flashed through Lin Changheng's eyes. He had not moved it through brute force, but directly altered its shape and structure-a marvel worthy of creation itself.
If his previous [Earth-Control Otherworldly Art] had made only preliminary, conventional changes, offering limited support in mimicking spells, the current transformation was enormous.
Its effects reached extraordinarily deep!
His thoughts shifted again.
"Meow, meow-"
Without warning, three earth spikes as thick as a child's right arm burst out of the ground before him. Their sharp tips carried chilling murderous intent. Any enemy standing above them would have had their guts pierced and belly ripped open in an instant.
Lin Changheng had long been capable of this, but its former power was less than half what it was now.