Ling Tianyu didn't say a word. He returned to The City with An Lan and sat beneath the pavilion at Dead Man Mountain.
An Lan sat with him quietly, also not saying a word.
Ling Tianyu tapped his finger on the stone table, deep in thought, contemplating his next move.
At this moment, he could only admit—facing something like this was truly beyond his capability. Its reproduction rate was alarmingly fast. Even if a Vast Ancient powerhouse were here, it would be doubtful they could eliminate all of them. They were reproducing nearly every day.
There was nothing in this world they wouldn't eat, or couldn't eat. They even dared to drink magma as if it were water.
"I have to see it with my own eyes." Ling Tianyu ultimately decided. He already had some idea of what these creatures were, but he had yet to see them for himself.
First, he wanted to witness their true form. Second, he wanted to observe how they were being fed.
