Anvile Genes

The moment A Xian thought of it, she acted.

She brought the Consciousness Copy and headed straight for where the Golden Individuals had gathered.

When those individuals saw her voluntarily walk into their trap, they were overjoyed.

Their database contained no information about the Alliance's intelligent species.

So they had no idea an Anvile Person had come—and the most formidable one at that. Like newborn calves, they feared nothing.

After the past few days of fighting, those who had gained evolutionary energy had already recognized their weakness: a lack of unity.

So these few decided to join forces.

The scattered rabble could not be relied upon. They could only depend on themselves. As long as one of them evolved into a leader, it could unite that disorganized mass.

The one with the most golden coloring spoke directly. "Surround her. Take the copy, then we'll settle things according to our own abilities."

No one objected, because they all knew it would save time.

They never considered why this person had come straight for them. They simply assumed she was meat delivered to their door.

Some of the faster ones had already begun preparing.

These individuals tried to separate the animal parts of themselves and become plants completely.

It was worth a gamble.

The two leaves atop their heads grew slender vines, which then pierced the bellies of their nearby companions and helped drag out the internal organs within.

The scene was extremely bloody.

Watching these things act with such brutality and directness, A Xian could not understand why they had to pull those organs out.

Wouldn't digesting them inside their bodies be better?

It would save time too.

Since they could already pull them out, it should not have been difficult for their bodily secretions to dissolve them internally.

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