บท 685: Commander Spirit

Abel soon realized maybe he could use magic again in this place. A magic pattern flashed on his palm, and a little firebolt emerged, illuminating his surroundings.

As soon as he saw what was in his surroundings, his previous thoughts had been confirmed. He really was in some kind of dumping ground, and he had been thrown here just like rubbish.

Abel tried to recall how this happened. He had just struck the energy wall a few times before a massive force suppressed him. Afterwards, he ended up here. It seemed like that energy wall could not be struck for fun.

However, the main thing he needed to do now was to find a way out. He looked around. There was no exit. The entire place, including the ceiling, was stacked with rocks.

All the rubbish was directly teleported here, but what would happen if this place was full?