Wang Wu had guessed right. More than ten minutes later, at the moment the sun's afterglow vanished completely, the last three Giant Flying Spheres finally reached the sky above this valley. One of them slowly descended at its widest point, less than five hundred meters in a straight line from Wang Wu's rock crevice, and less than thirty meters from the sharp bend in the stream where he had previously hidden.
At the same time, Wang Wu finally saw clearly what this so-called giant hot-air balloon actually was.
It was clearly a gigantic sphere formed from countless branches and vines.
Dense leaves and branches covered it, making its interior impossible to see. Yet beneath it hung tens of thousands of thick roots, each over a hundred meters long. From afar, they looked like a man's thick beard.
As for why this thing could fly and hover in midair, Wang Wu truly had no idea.
The only thing he could see was that as the giant vine sphere slowly descended, the ten thousand roots beneath it began to move on their own, incredibly nimble, like the tentacles of some colossal octopus.
The instant they touched the ground, those root-tentacles effortlessly plunged into the soil.
At that moment, the ground within several dozen meters began writhing wildly, as if a swarm of scarabs had burrowed beneath human skin. The sight made Wang Wu's heart shudder.
That frantic writhing continued until it extended two or three hundred meters in every direction before gradually stopping.
Only then did the giant vine sphere settle firmly on the ground. But judging from the sensation of its landing, the thing did not seem particularly heavy.
"So it's just some strange plant? One of those Sprite monsters?"
Wang Wu relaxed slightly. If it was a plant, it should