Pollution

Dong, dong, dong.

The continuous hammering sounds within the camp added a touch of vitality to the otherwise silent mountains.

These days, it seemed that the high-risk Black Disaster had been repelled. The Red Value concentration in the surrounding air also had fallen, fewer shadows were seen, and it appeared that the Red Value concentration could not support the revival of so many Black Disasters at once.

Peace and tranquility had suddenly descended upon Black Wind Camp.

Yu Hong followed the edge of his cave, towards the distant direction of the mountain wall, and chiseled out large square stones, each more than a meter in length and width.

These stones were about fifteen centimeters thick, not very regular or uniform, and weighed around half a ton.

But in front of Yu Hong, they were just like ordinary small stones. He grabbed them one by one with one hand, piling them all up in the center of the camp.