Thud, thud, thud.
Sprinting all the way, Thunder God Nuriel's skin subtly changed from yellow to white, transforming into a tall Caucasian.
It's a racial advantage, after all.
He poked through trees along the way, inserting biological computers of flesh and blood. These signal bases looked like parasitic flesh balls, merging with plant cells and drawing energy.
And in places without trees along the way, he planted them directly in the ground, quickly growing into unremarkable weeds.
The range of control was thus extended.
Li Qing always felt.
Right now he resembled an alien creature from a sci-fi disaster film, constantly fiddling with these foreign biological contraptions, extending communication and preparing to occupy Earth.
And these things were not afraid of being discovered.
Perfectly camouflaged and equipped with a genetic lock, they'd dissolve into slime upon discovery, erasing everything.
