"Crack!"
A sudden clap of thunder exploded.
The entire shantytown was enveloped in gray mist, with dark clouds densely covering the sky, and pedestrians in the alley gradually faded away.
A sudden downpour began to descend on Qingyang Market and the shantytown.
Rumble, rumble, rumble!
Qin Ming had been focusing intently on ripening that black withered vine.
Startled by the abrupt heavy rain!
He hid beneath the eaves.
His gaze fixed tightly on the black withered vine.
Under the effect of the [Ripening] entry, it began to grow slowly.
Completely different from the crazy speed of the spirit plants he had ripened before.
Gradually.
The black withered vine sprouted three or four dark-colored vines, covered entirely with sharp thorns, emitting a demonic black gleam.
Just by looking, Qin Ming knew that the thorns contained potent toxins!
When the black vine grew to about ten feet long, it completely stopped growing.
