On the surface, a vast area of the primitive forest was swept away, the stone mountains collapsed, and everywhere showed signs of devastation.
"Little Huang!"
Soon, Qin Ming spotted the golden silk parasol in the distance, fallen motionless on the ground.
Its canopy was tightly closed, and faintly visible, there were wisps of blood mist struggling to escape.
Qin Ming immediately understood the situation; the new artifact spirit of the Emperor's Umbrella used all its power to temporarily seal the blood-colored monster inside, preventing it from escaping.
"I... can't hold on much longer." A weak voice came from the canopy.
Qin Ming felt a warm sensation in his heart; if not for the Emperor's Umbrella desperately holding the blood monster back, he would have been dead for sure.
"Where is the Tao Seed?" Inside the closed canopy, the voice of the blood monster came.
It carried endless chill and resentment.
