The skies were dark. The dim moonlight was only capable of lighting up a small area.
The dozen red spots of light were exceptionally bright against the skies.
'Such strong radioactive signals!' Lu Sheng narrowed his eyes at the dozen scarlet red spots.
'Are they some kind of powerful weapons like strategic nuclear warheads?'
He raised his right arm high.
"Whizz!"
The ground shook slightly. Countless black palms exploded into black tendrils formed by crude ores.
These tendrils formed a dense, tangled mess. They kept spreading skyward. In the blink of an eye, they formed a great vine tree with a girth of 1000 meters.
The immense basal root system allowed the vine tree to grow thinner as it grew in height. At the height of 1000 meters, it was already as thin as a spike.