"Still not certain."
Li Ang used Spiritual Traction, trying to gather the spirits within the space.
The traction efficiency was very slow, the spirits were too scattered.
He increased the Magic Power output, suddenly feeling itching on his left arm.
Tsk, this Demon Curse.
The curse like a bone disease had entangled him for several days, he gradually understood its condition, feeling that the rapid emergence of keratin spikes was actually not induced by using spirituality, but simply the effect of this alien curse being so quick.
Feeling the effect of the curse, his Spiritual Control was stronger than before, the elusive weak spirits were still being drawn, gathering in his palm and forming a glowing ball of spirit.
Switching back to the material world view, Li Ang gazed at his palm, now nothing was visible to the naked eye, but could be sensed.
