"So this is a fragment of the Highly Poisonous King's corpse?"
Sunan gazed deeply at the marsh below.
The turquoise swamp water was incredibly viscous, constantly bubbling and emitting cyan smoke. It spanned about a hundred square meters, standing out in the expanse of gravel.
And in the center of the marsh, a thumbnail-sized grayish-white piece of flesh floated.
Even from a considerable distance, Sunan could still feel the intense energy particle fluctuations contained within the piece of flesh.
Centered around the marsh, lay the corpses of over twenty divine creatures and thousands of puppet remnants across the surrounding ground.
Just such a small fragment of a divine corpse had transformed into dozens of divine creatures.
The power and infectiousness of divine spirits are evident from this.
Sunan extended his hand, casting the Mage's Hand towards the grayish-white chunk, attempting to fish it out of the swamp.
