"Whoosh...whoosh..."
The world outside the tree hollow was filled with the sound of fierce winds howling. At some point, the wind had arisen.
But the sky would never rain. The ten radiant Jin Yang hung in the void; let alone rain, even the night wouldn't exist. The only thing that could appear here was daylight.
Inside the tree hollow, Su Han was continuously refining the blood and flesh of the ant.
After the last piece of bloody flesh was swallowed, a tumultuous black mist began to churn within the entire tree hollow, wrapping around the figures of the Blood God Crows.
"Condense!"
At a certain moment, Su Han's Second Primordial Spirit suddenly spoke. The endless black mist seemed to be subjected to a tremendous gravitational pull and abruptly began to gather toward the Second Primordial Spirit.
With this convergence, strands of flesh began to grow on Su Han's Second Primordial Spirit.
But this flesh was not of normal color; it was pitch black!
