A Fifty-Year-Old Relic

Iron Hammer, whose belly had been cut open, was undoubtedly highly compelling evidence. The two young sisters were absorbed in drawing the Elemental Gland that did not belong to a Dwarf, utterly failing to notice Li Ziran disappearing into the mist.

A battered iron bucket, a rusted Cross—within the black-bubbling, petroleum-like slime still floated the small intestines of some unknown creature.

At the place where Wood was bound, Li Ziran's arrival this time did not bring the sight of that iron chain struggling.

He chuckled inwardly. Clearly, Wood was not as free as he had imagined, and could not casually talk with Li Ziran whenever he wished.

Every scrap of his energy was precious.

He wanted to speak with Wood, but he did not have that so-called special liver on hand. Of course, Li Ziran had his own methods.

He took out a scalpel and lightly sliced open his index finger. A drop of bright red blood rolled down from his fingertip.

Although Cavis absolutely forbade him from putting even a bit of viscera into it, Li Ziran still felt it would be simpler to test it himself.

Of course, he was not afraid of being devoured.

His body was in excellent condition now. His fire abilities were powerful, and he also had the Redemption Spell and the Resurrection Gallbladder. No matter how formidable Wood was, he could not devour him in an instant.

Ripples bloomed across the viscous ** surface. A glimmer of light reflected within them, and in an instant, strange swimming worms sprang from the solution, baring their fangs as they devoured the scant blood essence completely. Yet before they could fully digest it, an even larger caterpillar opened its mouth and swallowed those little bugs whole.

Beneath those ripples, there seemed to be rat-sized mutant worms