What had seemed unrealistic before could very well happen.
As long as there were enough of these dark green seeds, with someone controlling them from behind the scenes, continuously gnawing away at and devouring the law fluctuations produced during their battle, even attaching themselves to their bodies or the surroundings—enough ants could bite an elephant to death. Even Emperor-level powerhouses might not be able to hold out.
Once they had been weakened to a certain extent, if the old monster lurking behind the curtain struck, the situation would become completely different.
"Until we figure out these dark green seeds, should we keep exploring?" Wu Ni asked.
"Of course we continue. There may be some trouble, but the Witch Emperor and I should be able to handle it," Lu Xiaotian said.
If these dark green seeds truly erupted and were controlled by demons from behind the scenes, the three ancestral witches and Yan Ji might not be able to deal with them.
However, with the extreme frigid ice qi wielded by the Witch Emperor and Lu Xiaotian's own methods, handling the situation before them should not be a problem. Even if the seeds numbered beyond count, they could still retreat along their original route.
Lu Xiaotian and the others sped up, hurrying toward the next altar. Over a journey of more than a hundred thousand miles, they encountered vast numbers of seeds in this peculiar environment. Aside from their different colors, there was little distinction between them.
There were also countless spatial fragments along the way. It was as though different spaces had been torn into pieces, entangled and colliding with one another, producing astonishingly violent spatial turbulence.
That was only secondary. Within them flashed the profound meanings of different laws—metal, wood, lightning, and more—as if they linked these spatial fragments