The moment the two objects made contact, they fused together as seamlessly as milk blending with water. Zhang Deming remained on full alert.
After a long while, once the two balls of black mist had merged, not even the slightest fluctuation of consciousness appeared. Only then did Zhang Deming let out a soft sigh of relief.
Gazing at the black mist hovering quietly before him, Zhang Deming wore a solemn expression. He first tucked an ugly doll, brimming with a Life Aura, into his robes. Only then did his eyes begin to shine with a dream-like light.
A phantom Jade Vine, seeming both real and illusory, emerged from between Zhang Deming's eyebrows. Gazing at the strange vine, Zhang Deming hesitated for a moment before it plunged into the black mist like a bolt of lightning.
