"Xingtian, come out!"
Hong Yu waved his hand. The Profound Celestial Tower flashed, and the burly Xingtian appeared before him.
The moment Xingtian set foot on the ravaged battlefield, a sharp glint flashed in his murky eyes. He seemed almost ecstatic.
Hong Yu smiled faintly. "There are several hundred corpses of powerhouses here, all recently deceased. Their souls have likely not yet dispersed. Try and see if you can absorb them into the Seed of Misfortune!"
"ROAR!"
Xingtian let out an excited, low roar.
He leaped high into the air, landing in the center of the battlefield.
A seed, wreathed in black wisps of energy, slowly flew from his mouth and hovered in the air before him.
"ROAR!"
Xingtian's powerful frame trembled.
The black energy around the Seed of Misfortune grew denser and began to roil violently.
