Escape from the Beast Nest

Zhang Tie sat cross-legged beside the Absorption Platform, holding a palm-sized white array disk in his hand.

From time to time, his fingertips lightly tapped the disk's surface, stirring faint spiritual light that flowed like the fluttering wings of a night moth.

The Absorption Platform had been carved from a single piece of unknown, warm white jade, its surface covered in dark golden patterns finer than hair.

At the center of the platform rested the gray beast egg.

At that moment, the beast egg was wrapped in the phantom of a faint blood cocoon, like a sleeping heart.

On the other side of the Absorption Platform, the White Flood Dragon likewise sat cross-legged, his body radiating a chillingly sharp demonic aura.

A massive altar lay sunken in the center of the nest, resembling a pool of blood.

Lying within it was a mountain-sized black giant ape. Its once sleek, glossy fur had now become dull and lifeless, and its enormous body could only rise and fall faintly, proving that it still clung to its last breath.

The fury and pain in the giant ape's bell-sized eyes had long been replaced by deeper malice and despair.

It could clearly feel its blood essence, even the origin of its soul, being forcibly drawn away strand by strand by the invisible tentacles formed from the cold altar beneath it, then poured into that damned gray egg.

This slow, irresistible death was more tormenting than any torture.

"How long will it take for this egg to fully recover its vitality?" the White Flood Dragon asked. His voice was cool and clear, like jade beads falling onto a plate, yet when his gaze fell upon the gray beast egg, it instantly became extraordinarily gentle.

Hearing this, Zhang Tie appropriately revealed a thoughtful expression. After a