Greenish light blinked like a spark dying in the winter wind and then vanished into thin air.
Holding his breath, Li Yao extended one of his spiritual threads into the crystal reactor.
However, when it was entering through the hole, it was weirdly blocked by what seemed to be a thin film.
"Bo!"
He seemed to have punctured a soap bubble. A long and deep sigh came from inside the hole, followed by an eruption of greenly shining spots that looked like flickering dandelion seeds which danced to the rhythm of the wind under the night sky.
Li Yao was dazed. He had never seen anything as weird before.
They were like translucent fireflies, bunches of flying roses, and ember spirits that had been awaken.
They danced around Li Yao in an unpredictable pattern, sending out mysterious messages.
Li Yao extended more spiritual threads from his spiritual root and pierced into the green fires.
"BOOM!"
