A Taste of It

The abruptly shifting space caught Li Ziran off guard. Though he had the theory of Derivative Space in his head, this was the first time he had seen scenes switched so casually.

It was clearly more exquisite spatial control, or perhaps some clever spatial mechanism.

Li Ziran did not understand it, but he loved the feeling of shifting at will. Casually crossing space and bringing experimental materials before him fascinated him.

This slave warehouse was countless levels above his secret chamber.

Still, he knew that possessing such a space required not only ability, but wealth. At his current level, being able to tend his pond and build a snake shed was already quite good.

After his brief astonishment, Li Ziran refocused on the Wind Elf. He understood that one should not aim too high.

Even through the cage, he could sense the Elf trembling. Unlike the hot temper of that Fire Elf just now, he looked shakily at Sandrew.

Li Ziran smiled at him. He was only harvesting a few organs; aside from unique organs like the heart, they could generally still live after he was done.

He opened the cage and walked in. The light of the Transformation Spell fell upon the Elf, and this time it went exceptionally smoothly. Like a laboratory mouse, the Elf easily turned into a frog.

Something was off. Even rabbits would struggle a little. Clearly, Sandrew had done something to ensure his slave would not cause Li Ziran trouble.

Li Ziran did not stand on ceremony. He pulled out a red cord, tied it around the frog's hind legs, hung it up, sprayed it with anesthetic, and directly cut open its belly.

The spleen and stomach were ordinary organs, but the kidney's mucous membrane had formed a closed spell formation. At the center