But if the black blood droplets had no deconstruction value, it would mean that Noland Lee had made a wasted trip and would be delayed by a few hours.
Noland Lee weighed his options and decided to go check on the situation of the black blood droplets first.
After waiting for the gale to subside, he crawled out of the crevice between the stones, floated up to a height of ten meters, and discerned the exact landing spot of the black blood droplets.
The good news was that the black blood droplets seemed to be highly corrosive.
Upon landing, they reacted violently with the plants on the ground, sending up black smoke pillars that marked the direction for Noland Lee.
Noland Lee didn't hesitate, flying directly towards the nearest black blood droplet.
The mountain range covered with forest was lush with greenery and fallen leaves.
The refreshing air often mixed with the musty smell emitted by rotting leaves.
Noland Lee had already become accustomed to this scent.