Lu Ming and the hawk locked gazes for what seemed like minutes before—
Ke-eeeeee-r!
The hawk let out a shrill cry as its new glistening feathers flapped into motion. It shot upward into the rocky ceiling, but even the obstruction didn't impede its movements. Its beak opened, unleashing what seemed to be a sword light that tore mercilessly through the underground building, continuing unhampered into the sky, followed closely by the hawk itself.
Lu Ming just stared in shock.
Heavens! Did I succeed? He still found it hard to believe.
What did he do differently? Nothing! He was sure of it. Even with his mind fatigued, he never doubted his methodology. His work was brute-forced, patterned, precise. So what was different this time?
Suddenly, his gaze fell on the empty blood pack he had just used. He quickly grabbed it, fishing out its scanty contents.
After a series of tests and scrutiny, his eyes glinted with fascination. Interesting… to think such DNA could possibly exist.
