Its instincts were constantly drawing in the purple gas being pulled up from below, which came from a two-meter-wide pit about one meter below the giant Divine Seed.
In simple terms.
Purple gas strands were being drawn from the pit on the shattered ground and pooled into the giant, blood-red Divine Seed, pulsing silently in the hovering earth as a heart would.
This magical scene shocked Han Yi.
Yet, in a flash, he realized that the Divine Seed before him was in the process of transformation. Its consciousness had just been born and was very weak. There was no better time to attack.
If he allowed the Divine Seed to complete the transformation and become a Spirit Shedding Stage Mechanical Divine Clan, comparable to a Half-immortal, his only option would be to flee.
Without hesitation, he acted as soon as the thought crossed his mind.
With a light tap, the Green Reed Sword on his back leaped up. Then, with a light flicker, it swept across.
Swoosh!
If you have to say.