In an instant, the tendrils seemed to breathe with a life of their own. Drop by drop, crimson blood tinged with faint gold flowed along them and into Han Ning's body.
After about ten minutes, Han Ning retracted the extended tendrils, leaving only one out. He then took out a transparent laboratory test tube and aimed the tendril at its mouth.
"DRIP~"
Droplets of thick, golden-red blood were squeezed from the tendril, flowing into the test tube.
'Next, I'll add the crushed Red Flame Grass… to neutralize the blood's violent properties…'
Following that, he followed the steps provided by the panel, adding various herbs and crushed ores into the small test tube one by one.
Another ten minutes passed.
A rich, golden-red light formed a thin pillar that shot toward the sky, only to be blocked by the thick rock wall.
"Cheep? Cheep, cheep!"
Egg Pancake, who had been lying on the side, quickly raised its head and looked in Han Ning's direction.
