Staring at the scene before him, Ethan Smith's eyes widened.
In this room, besides a huge array platform, there were walls filled with rows upon rows of bottles and jars!
It seemed that there was something flowing inside these jars, resembling both gas and liquid. They appeared to have some sort of life consciousness as they continuously wriggled within the jars.
At first glance, there were at least tens of thousands of such bottles!
"These... are the powers of creation?" Ethan Smith whispered under his breath.
For some reason, he felt an uncomfortable feeling in his heart.
Tristram Massy climbed up from the ground, and beside his array platform, there was a huge earthen jar.
At this moment, there was some golden gas in the jar.
"Ethan Smith, you killed my son, I'll definitely take my revenge!" Tristram Massy gritted his teeth as he spoke.
Although he said these harsh words, Tristram Massy spoke with very little confidence, and his body was even trembling.