Chapter 143 Netherworld Thread

By the banks of Crescent Lake, Laborer Camp Dingyou.

Apart from the occasional footsteps of patrolling soldiers, silence pervaded everywhere else.

Inside the tent of the Logistics Army.

A wisp of black smoke silently appeared and vanished beside Chen Mu's hand.

His eyes were slightly closed as he continuously uttered strange syllables.

In front of his eyes floated a semi-transparent grey wall, and Chen Mu watched as the proficiency slowly climbed.

He didn't know how long he had chanted when suddenly a flood of insights surfaced in his mind.

It took a while for Chen Mu to snap back to his senses.

He couldn't help but look towards the grey wall.

Five Ghosts Moving Mountain Curse: 1/10000/Seventh Rank;

"I've made a breakthrough..."

He lifted his hand and placed it before his eyes. With a thought, black smoke materialized out of thin air.

"Have I completely freed myself from the Curse Command?"