Chapter 1192
As long as the scent of the Abyssal Maggot is detected, predators will never give up the hunt.
Now Leon finally understood why that lucky Abyssal Maggot in the future chose to transform immediately upon reaching the stage of evolution. It wasn't due to low intelligence at the time, but instinct—a survival instinct.
Magic surged within his body. Having no limbs, Leon felt extremely uncomfortable. On the grotesque and hideous surface of his body, one Abyssal rune after another slowly emerged. These smoke-wreathed runes devoured Leon’s internal magic, rapidly forming a pitch-black cocoon.
In an instant, the Abyssal Maggot’s aura completely vanished, replaced only by the slow emergence of a newborn life.
Not far outside the cave, a Reaper moving toward the entrance suddenly paused, a hint of confusion on its face. It sniffed the air, only to find that the delicious scent it had been tracking had disappeared, replaced by a dangerous aura ahead.
The Reaper rubbed its two blade-like arms together, hesitated for a moment, then turned to pursue other prey…
The smoke-shrouded cocoon emitted a strange aura. Any Abyssal creature approaching the cave instinctively sensed danger and promptly turned away to seek other prey.
As new life was being nurtured, Leon’s consciousness once again slipped into a hazy slumber…
On this rainy night, one hundred sixty kilometers away, a two-meter-tall Bone Lord crawled out of a flame-filled cave.