"Has it really been almost ten hours...?"
Even now, Han Ning still couldn't figure out what that strange mass of fog in his mind was.
'Hom's Spiritual Power?' He tried to communicate with it, but received no fluctuations in return.
It was as if this was just a pure mass of Spiritual Energy, devoid of consciousness, yet it couldn't be assimilated by his own Spiritual Power—like a piece of foreign flesh embedded in his body that didn't trigger a rejection response.
He then turned his gaze to the Winged Demon Egg before him, still wrapped in layer after layer by the All-Encompassing Spiritual Silkworm.
The purple egg, originally over 2 meters tall, had now shrunk to about 1.5 meters. A faint purple light enveloped it, pulsing in and out as if it were breathing. It seemed as if the life inside could break out of the shell at any moment.
