The earth trembled, and its surface was like skin, and the flesh and blood of the grapes were like insects that penetrated the skin and gnawed at the earth.
Within minutes, expensive, bloody flowers up to 50 meters tall bloomed in human-dominated lands.
Even the 25 gods would fear it.
The large blood-colored flower standing under the red moon as big as a mountain was like a very arrogant signal warning humanity that it was not the wisdom of the ancient world. The most powerful of them all. All races in the universe.
People may not be great, and they may not be great, but they are definitely stronger than others.
The Flesh and Blood Flower has a plex root system spread over a radius of approximately 500 meters. In this range, no life can survive, be it humans, surface rulers, or cockroaches, and people praise cockroaches as one of the most stubborn animals. No one is immune, and the smell of blood and cold temperatures slowly rise to the ground.
The failures of He Jia'an and Wu Gaojun proved that in the face of absolute power, any conspiracy or conspiracy is nothing more than self-righteous cleverness.
Li Yingqi, who was quickly swallowed by the vines, proved that his temporary survival was only to meet his next death. In front of an unknown power, he will eventually die an unknown death. Death is as inevitable as fate.
Amidst the ruins covered in vines, several strange-looking people with three arms stretched out from the ruins and worshiped a gigantic flower standing majestically under the red moon. They made inprehensible movements, bowed their heads respectfully, uttered words that humans could not understand, and constantly praised the God they believed in.
It seems that the flower of flesh and blood could hear the worshiping voices of these distorted people, and the flesh surrounded by tendrils of blood did not devour them, but simply ignored their presence and passed by them. It was just that.
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