Soon, a vague thought from the demon blade was received in my mind: 'Master, this guy has turned into a big meatball, charred on the outside, but still raw inside.'
After absorbing the blood of the two mutated creatures number five and four today, the power of the demon blade has recovered a bit.
Previously, only when Li Zheng held it, could he communicate with mind intent.
Now, the transmission can be received even from a distance.
Li Zheng received the report from the demon blade and involuntarily recalled a story he had read as a child about ants gathering into a ball when faced with a fire, protecting all living forces in the center, striving to continue the species through the disaster.
'Master, there's not much blood in this guy's body, it doesn't seem to live on blood!'
The demon blade sent another thought, 'Wait! It's going to run!'
"Run?"
Li Zheng didn't understand for a moment, even if the divine power wanted to escape, where could it escape to?
