The Emperor Swamp Crab, with its potential to attain divinity, drew Zong Shen's attention.
Who could refuse a subordinate with the makings of a god?
Although those who could step into demigodhood were kings and geniuses among their respective races, whether they could successfully condense a divine spark was also an important measure of their potential.
Many demigods went their entire lives, never condensing a divine spark of their own before they fell or lapsed into dormancy.
Under such circumstances, the Emperor's talent was exceedingly valuable.
Zong Shen knew full well just how formidable those capable of condensing divine sparks were.
That unassuming giant crab turned out to be the one with the greatest potential.
It was practically a miracle of life.
Yet the seemingly laid-back Emperor Swamp Crab was not so simple.
Otherwise, it would not have battled the Wasteland King for so many years.
Its intelligence might not have been as sluggish as it appeared, either.
For all anyone knew, it had retained even more rationality than Seth, the Wasteland King.
As Zong Shen observed it, the Emperor Swamp Crab gently swayed its body, which was disguised as a rocky hill.
Then, two stalk-like eyes popped out.
Those eyes were not particularly lively, but Zong Shen could sense that the creature was looking at him as well.
Sure enough, demigods anywhere in the world could not be underestimated.
None of those who became demigods were truly foolish.
At the very least, its current reaction was quite interesting.
It was clear that the Emperor Swamp Crab possessed methods and fortuitous encounters of its own.
With that thought, Zong Shen narrowed his eyes again and ignored the Emperor Swamp Crab as it studied him in return.
Instead, he directly examined the major skills this giant crab possessed.
One could infer