Clang, clang, clang.
The constant sound of knocking echoed throughout the camp, adding a touch of human activity to the otherwise silent forest.
These days, it seemed the high-risk Black Disaster was repelled; the concentration of Red Value in the surrounding air environment had also dropped a bit, and there were far fewer shadows. It seemed the Red Value concentration alone couldn't support the revival of so many Black Disasters at once.
Peace and tranquility descended upon the Black Wind Camp.
Yu Hong carved out large, square blocks over a meter in length and width from the mountain wall, moving away from the edge of his cave.
These stone blocks were about fifteen centimeters thick, not very regular or even, weighing about half a ton each.
But to Yu Hong, they were like ordinary small stones. He grabbed two at once and stacked them all in the center of the camp.
