As he threw the fourth spirit fruit seed, the second one escaped its growing zone, plunging directly into the range of the fourth seed.
The scene left Wei Cheng utterly astounded, he found the rampant slaughter and ferocious competition between them unimaginable, calling to mind a battle for supremacy among nine rival dragons.
There was no denying it now, Wei Cheng felt like he had unleashed a supremely terrifying life form.
Even the remaining spirit fruit seeds in his hand were sprouting roots and vying for growth and survival before he could toss them to the ground. They fiercely contested for spiritual energy.
Only his strength was sufficient to suppress them, otherwise, within an instant, he would have been transformed into a wooden statue.
The root systems of these spirit fruit seeds resembled metal needles that penetrated everywhere, unimpeded.
