"I swear, how can something look as ugly as you guys?"
Zayn didn't speak loudly, but even if he would shout out loud, he doubted that anyone would hear him.
He was struggling to get up from within the big thorny bush. Its thorny veins had coiled around Zayn's body, holding him back.
Zayn knew that some plants, trees, and even flowers could gain some sort of lesser sentient. They would learn how to move and could even learn how to communicate as they progressed.
Their sentient and mind would be refined with the soul particles they would absorb naturally, and they would learn how to create their own Soulrings. That was pretty interesting and all, but Zayn didn't really feel like playing gardener right now.
He cut down the bush that seemed to have gained some sort of sentients before he got up.
Most of his Spirits were already dead by now, and the Aerial Hunters, meaning the Winged Serpent Spirits and Aero, were also drained of most of their soul particles.
