Thin cracks spread across the reinforced container.
Leng Pan's expression changed.
She immediately surrounded the container with a dense mist barrier.
The threadlike creatures continued striking the glass as if they could sense her through it. Despite their tiny bodies, every collision enlarged the cracks.
"They became stronger after absorbing the spiritual spring water," Lu Zhen said.
His palm ignited.
"Should I burn them?"
"Wait."
Leng Pan wanted to understand what these creatures were before destroying them.
She strengthened the mist barrier and moved closer to the container.
The parasites reacted violently.
Hundreds of pale threads gathered on one side of the glass, pressing towards her. Their bodies were nearly transparent, but their heads contained small black spots that looked like eyes.
Perhaps they were not eyes in the ordinary sense, but something was helping the creatures locate her.
Leng Pan stepped to the left.
Every parasite followed.
