In the dark corner,
the object was scorched black, as if it had been roasted by an unimaginable fire, showing no signs of life, having thoroughly succumbed to obliteration, uniformly pitch black.
Jiang Hui bent down to pick it up, examining it closely.
At first glance, it looked like a tree trunk, but upon lifting it, he realized it was actually a piece of bark, just extremely thick.
He could clearly see a layer of black, unnamed substance shrouding it, which had become viscous, clinging to it tightly like glue.
It could not be removed, nor could it be dissolved.
But as Jiang Hui touched it with his hand, the black substance on top seemed to come to life, quickly moving toward the location of his hand.
Like some kind of parasitic worm finding a new host, its speed was fast, like lightning.
It was black erosion, which had become materialized over time, and not even an Immortal King could resist it.