The next morning, the rising sun bathed Yunze Lake in a golden red hue.
On the southern side of Chongmei Mountain, Chen Mu opened his eyes, immediately taking out the Five Ghosts Bag to check.
The previous day, he had captured nearly a thousand Netherworld Worms, of which more than half successfully transformed into Ghosts. At this moment, the total number of Ghosts in the bag reached one thousand two hundred. Nearly all of the space above the interior of the Five Ghosts Bag was obscured by Ghosts, resembling a vast cloud of darkness.
"Relax, even if there's just one more Primordial Energy, that's still a gain."
Chen Mu took a deep breath, trying to calm his emotions, and carefully pulled open the drawstring of the Five Ghosts Bag like usual. A cluster of inky black Primordial Energy immediately floated out from the bag.
Without a close count, it was clear that there was a significant increase in the amount of Primordial Energy.