As Huang Yueli pondered, she flipped her hand and took out a small shovel from her space and chiseled towards the mountain wall.
Under Huang Yueli's powerful strength, cracks quickly appeared on the rocks outside the mountain wall.
Huang Yueli waved the small shovel, one strike after another and not long after, a small piece of ore was exposed at the bottom of the mountain wall. Indeed, it was the same as what they had seen in the altar on the second level of the cave dwelling. It was a kind of black stone with silver threads.
However, compared to the stone used to build the altar, the silver threads in these ores were obviously less, and the black color was not pure.
Huang Yueli stretched out her finger and touched the ore before attempting to absorb the devilic aura from the ore.
After a few breaths, he retracted his finger.
