Originally, Lusou had already carried out meticulous calculations, and the conclusion he arrived at was that the most Fang Xing could refine of the Dark Soil right now was about three Falling Stones. To guard against any accidents, he had even laid down a Grand Formation, firmly shielding Fang Xing within. Yet no one had expected that the moment the refining began, an unforeseen loss of control would erupt—no one knew how many Falling Stones, as if drawn by some invisible gravity, were surging toward Fang Xing in a vast torrent. That number was far more than three or five; there were at least several hundred, their count even instantly surpassing Ao Lie's earlier amount, and still more Falling Stones were flying in from the distant void…
Boom! Boom! Boom!
One hundred, one thousand, ten thousand Falling Stones…
