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 at

calmed his mind and

out a heart control spider,

filled with mucus carpets and Aberrations as well. But now, there was nothing here, the ground was smooth and

strange…” Noland muttered

heart control spider traveled through the narrow tunnel. After about three minutes, a faint light scattered from the

was controlling the heart

in his mind and slowed the spider’s pace, reducing the noise produced by the mechanical spider legs rubbing against the

collection array of

“Kree, kree, kree…”

was the sound of metal

hiss ,

of regulated exhaust from

through the cracks in the door and

the door cracks to take a look

Noland gasped slightly.

Aberration Fissure

with numerous glass cultivation tanks standing on

above. It was the cultivation tank

steam pipelines drove Mechanical Arms. The air valves on the pipeline dynamically adjusted the steam pressure inside to match the

kree” piston sound was produced by the suspension device of the steam-driven Mechanical Arms when they quickly moved and suddenly stopped on

of Mechanical Arms busied themselves among a vast array of cultivation

of the underground space was a