Liu Ming was carefully flying at a height of a dozen or so Zhang above the black sand, glancing from time to time at the silver disc he was holding in his hand.
Suddenly, the grey clouds halted, and he stopped mid-air, then lowered his head to take a closer look at the silver disc, before chanting an incantation softly and raising his hand toward the ground below.
A crimson fireball immediately shot toward the ground below, racing towards it.
After a loud "boom," the flames tumbled down, a sand pit about a foot deep appeared, and from within it flew a half-broken remains of a ghost creature.
Liu Ming stared down intently for quite a while before he eventually identified some of its origins.
"It's actually a Corpse Crab, a type of low-level ghost creature. With the strength of an adult Corpse Crab, it's already enough to be classified among the pawn-level ghost creatures. To think that it was hunted down, could there be even more powerful ghost creatures in this place?"