Liu Ming frowned, the road ahead was evidently difficult, not to mention the pink-colored mist, the blood-colored radiance in the underground ravine seemed to contain a formidable prohibition.
He pondered for a moment, flicked his finger, and a beam of white light shot forth, instantly disappearing into the blood-colored radiance of the underground ravine.
The white light merely contained an ordinary short knife spirit tool, one of his previous spoils of war.
As the white short knife flew into the underground ravine, the blood-colored radiance immediately reacted like flies to blood, countless blood threads emerged and densely wrapped around it. The knife's body was instantly dyed with blood, and the next moment it shattered piece by piece, dissolving into smoke and merging with the blood-colored radiance.
Seeing this, Liu Ming couldn't help but gasp, a look of amazement appeared in his eyes.
