A perfect square that looked as if it was drawn using a ruler appeared on the black-colored rock.
Pop. Lou Lan transformed into a fork and pierced effortlessly into the centre of the square on the rock. It felt as if he was piercing into a piece of stewed pork belly. Accompanied by Blind He’s astonished gaze, the fork trembled and pulled out a cube of black rock wobbily.
The thickness of the back rock cube was at most one meter. It was thicker than what Blind He had expected. The bottom of the black rock cube was dark-red and it was still dripping with lava. For some reason, when one looked at it, he or she would think of a chunk of red braised meat that was dripping glistening braised sauce.
Of course, Blind He couldn’t link it to a chunk of red braised meat. He was only surprised at the temperature of the earth fire in the square-shaped hole.