Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 358: 132. Strange Crevice_2

After chattering a few times, they seemed to lose interest in the ever-changing bones.

They flapped their wings with a whoosh and flew back to the cave entrance on the cliff, disappearing into the darkness.

Noland Lee continued to fly down, encountering several groups of Flywing Mutants lurking in the caves.

Using the “Breath of the Dead” to transform into a skeleton, he evaded their pursuit and passed through several lines of defense unhindered.

After a minute-long flight, Noland finally landed successfully at the pitch-dark base of the cliff.

He activated the “Breath of the Dead,” took on the skeleton form, and looked up at the heavens.

The starry night sky shrunk to the size of a bowl, surrounded by dense darkness.

With a level gaze, Noland scanned his surroundings and saw not the anticipated mucus carpet covering the ground, but square holes that were artificially excavated.

He raised his non-existent “eyebrows,” and felt a bit astonished.

In his plan, the base of the cliffs with the Aberration Fissures should be covered in mucus. On the half-meter-thick layer of mucus, numerous Aberration eggs would be laid. Nearby the densely-packed eggs, various types of Aberrations would patrol back and forth, taking care of the eggs, bringing them nutrient solution, and transporting nutrients.

But strangely, why couldn’t he see any mucus or eggs at the base of this cliff?

Noland’s original plan was to quietly eliminate a group of Aberrations, turn them into his Lost Souls, then control them to reach designated points to ignite them with the “Evil Blast” technique, harvesting one batch of soul fragments after another.

due to the strange conditions

and didn’t panic at

threw out a heart control spider,

caves at the base of the cliff should be filled with mucus carpets and Aberrations as well. But now, there was nothing here, the ground was

strange…” Noland muttered to

through the narrow tunnel. After about three minutes, a faint

heart control spider, captured that

suppressed the doubts in his mind and slowed the spider’s pace, reducing the noise produced by

the sound collection array of

“Kree, kree, kree…”

metal pistons moving back

hiss , psh

sound of regulated exhaust from the

front of the heart control spider. The light poured through the cracks in the door and shone on the smooth wall. The rhythmic mechanical movement also

door cracks to take

Noland gasped slightly.

Fissure was not

a massive underground space with numerous glass cultivation tanks

above. It was the cultivation tank transportation system composed of dozens of Mechanical Arms, steam

steam pipelines drove Mechanical Arms. The air valves on the pipeline dynamically adjusted the

the steam-driven Mechanical Arms when they quickly moved

busied themselves among a vast

of the underground space was a row of mechanical