Published: February 11, 2025
The twenty blood phantoms began to move, slowly approaching the monstrous figure seated like a mountain. Each step seemed to carry deep consideration.
"They..." Garan glanced at them and noticed that the blood phantoms were actually connected to the ground beneath them.
Ye Zhongming nodded, "The blood phantoms are drawing energy from the soil through their underground root systems, while simultaneously absorbing the bloodline power provided to them by Wen Huan. This is how they can display such strong combat capabilities."
Mina listened intently and then asked, "But this... do the blood phantoms move slowly like this and only become fast in battle? Or will they always be like this?"
"Wen Huan can choose," Ye Zhongming hesitated slightly when he returned to this question.
In his previous life, he had only heard about this bloodline. After all, ten years into the apocalypse, various occupational bloodline skills were essential data for every evolver to collect, so they wouldn't be unprepared when encountering them.
According to the information from his previous life, the plant master type of blood phantom indeed had different classifications, but he wasn't sure whether these types appeared randomly or were controlled by the bloodline user.
But now it seemed that Wen Huan was fortunate; the opponent was of the non-aggressive type, so the blood phantoms he created were the slow-moving kind, right? Therefore, Ye Zhongming speculated that he should be able to control the specific abilities of the blood phantoms.
"The fact that this monster does not attack means there is enough time for these blood phantoms to move in and initiate an attack. Since they sacrificed speed, these twenty blood phantoms must excel in some aspects—either defense, attack, or possess other special abilities."
Having confirmed that Wen Huan could choose the types of blood phantoms, Ye Zhongming's analysis became much smoother as he quickly deduced the characteristics of this monster.
"We'll find out what exactly it is."
Everyone fell silent, watching the monsters. Although a battle was inevitable, it certainly wasn't happening just yet.
Even though the blood phantoms moved slowly, there would eventually come a moment when they reached the monster. They found that the twenty blood phantoms were evenly distributed in front of the massive monster, forming a semicircle.
The mountain-like train station monster stared with eyes as large as small buildings, making muffled sounds as if it were quite interested in these small creatures.
Wen Huan took a glance at Ye Zhongming and found that there was no sign of the agitation he had expected, which did not disappoint him, as his blood phantoms had yet to reveal their most terrifying side.
He decided it was time to begin.
The blood phantom closest to the nalan battle team launched its attack.
It was simple, brutal, and... distinctly plant-like.
This blood phantom's whole body seemed to be controlled by a spring-loaded mechanism. With a sudden "poof," countless straw-like appendages shot out at incredible speed, almost immediately piercing into the colossal body of the train station monster.
From other angles, this scene appeared rather comical.
Can you imagine? When a mosquito lands on the ground and tries to attack a car tire with its proboscis...
The current image was exactly that kind of déjà vu.
No one thought this was an actual attack; most viewed it as a mere joke.
Even Ye Zhongming, who had a profound understanding of the plant master bloodline, found himself momentarily dazed, feeling as though Wen Huan and the blood phantom were like an ant trying to shake a tree.
But the reality left everyone in shock.
The massive body of the train station monster trembled violently, and the area where it had been struck by the blood phantom turned to a grayish-white color, symbolizing death and decay, under everyone's gaze.
What was even more jaw-dropping was that this grayish-white area was spreading outward like a tidal wave crashing onto the shore.