"How confident are you?" Turquoise Pool asked.
Yang Qinglan was also interested in this question, but she had used all her "Ability" to ignite the "Candle," and now she felt tired just holding a candle, like an exhausted climber, trying her best not to speak if possible.
"Seventy percent," Li Changzhou replied.
"I was asking about the success rate of tracing the origin."
"Seventy percent," Li Changzhou glanced at the Identity Card, his "Ability" fully restored.
"That's not very high," Li Qianxia said.
"When I say seventy percent," Li Changzhou stepped back, the black fog advanced, his voice becoming deep and resonant, "it means it only needs seventy percent of Mana."
The black fog surged skyward, painting a black channel in the bloody light, aiming at a space ridge line.
Surprisingly, the ridge line instinctively twisted as if trying to evade, but it was still enveloped by the black fog.
Through this door-like ridge line, the black fog entered the 'Flesh Space River.'
