This thing lurks secretly in the void; without Meng Chuan calling it to attack, it is difficult for others to discern its form with the naked eye.
With a thought in his mind, his spiritual power gathered on the black pearl.
His finger snapped fiercely, and a streak of black light vanished from his palm like an arrow leaving the bow.
Under his perception, the black pearl twisted like a living creature after being launched, leaping out.
It didn't shoot in a straight line but wove like a spirit snake under divine control, making it even more insidious and difficult to detect.
As for whether doing this would diminish its power.
Meng Chuan's answer was no.
His technique differed completely from the original demon path master's of the small black pearl.
The final way the black light entered the target was even more peculiar, striking at the moment it hit the rock.
It didn't penetrate through to make a bottomless hole.
