He felt a profound invigoration, a subtle, yet undeniable leap in his overall strength and resilience. The serpent's raw power was now his.
When the beast was a hollowed-out husk, its enormous form shrivelled and devoid of all life, Jian finally withdrew his hand. He felt the subtle shift in his senses, an echo of the serpent’s ancient wisdom, its innate connection to the earth and its primal strength. He had not just consumed its power; he had assimilated a fragment of its essence.
He walked over to the Demon Blood Flower, now swaying gently in the disturbed air. Its petals pulsed with a malevolent, enticing light. He knelt, extracting it carefully, severing its writhing stem with a precise cut from Night’s Edge. The flower throbbed in his hand, exuding its intoxicating perfume, a poten
