Compass Carburettor crouched low as the roots of his Blood Vitality Grass jutted out of his feet, drilling into the corpses as it began to suck in their Origin Essence and nutrients.
He could feel his strength rising by a small amount, stopping when he felt a bloated feeling. Of course, it was impossible to absorb all the blood and essence to grow stronger rapidly. He had to do that gradually, step by step to prevent his body from suffering damage.
After all, it would be similar to a state of overexertion—for training—while being overfed.
Compass Carburettor then gazed at the sole remaining boat, noticing how the attention of everyone was focused on it. They were killing anyone that approached it. For, it was the sole option remaining for them to reach the island with the precious fusion materials.
