It didn't transmit any thought back. To show loyalty, it obediently absorbed these low-grade blood, accumulating energy for the attack.
In fact, the Demon Blade Thirsty Blood is more suited for those "Bloody" users because they are always in the midst of killing, providing it with enough blood energy.
Unfortunately, this guy has its own consciousness and is extrely evil.
Owners with average temperant are often toyed with, unknowingly played to their death.
And most of the "Bloody" are people with unstable temperants.
Because they can't keep their bottom line.
Li Zheng grasped the Demon Blade, his gaze cast toward the distant Tree Spirit Boss, just as the giant eyes ford by the crisscrossed ravines on the Tree Spirit's body looked over. The sight of both collided instantly, creating a spark in the air like clashing currents.
Once the Demon Blade Thirsty Blood has absorbed enough blood energy, I'll hack it down!
Li Zheng thought to himself.
The previous slash, although it only destroyed about a hundred roots, dealt massive damage to the Tree Spirit Boss.
You must know that the essence of plants lies in those tangled roots.
Their importance is no less than humans' entire blood vessels.
If all the blood vessels in a human body were destroyed, death wouldn't be far off.
Similarly, if all the Tree Spirit's roots were destroyed, it wouldn't be long for its life either.
Many people present, and even those watching the live stream, did not realize the Tree Spirit's weakness was always right in front of them.
The primary reason is that the Tree Spirit frequently uses its roots to attack players, turning its weakness into its strongest weapon.
This approach of doing the opposite is indeed unexpected.
No one would have thought a creature would not only expose its weakness but also arrogantly use it as a weapon.
Unfortunately, it can fool others but not Li Zheng, who has the Prelis' Eye.
Every weakness was analyzed thoroughly by Old Prel.
The reason Li Zheng asked those legions to delay enough ti was mainly for Old Prel to have a chance to utilize his skills; otherwise, he would have just wielded the blade upon entering the field.
"We see that, in such a tense situation, instead of choosing to continue the attack, Big Brother Li Zheng has taken out a lot of blood materials to nurture the blade."
Zhou Shufen found that this mode of comntary seed particularly popular. The viewership in the live broadcast room was soaring, which made her ecstatic and more energetic in her comntary, her small... uh... big... uh... small mouth chattering like a machine gun.
"I have a gut feeling that when this blade nourishnt is over, it'll be the end of the Tree Spirit Boss."
"But will the Tree Spirit Boss sit and wait for its death? Its attack thods are myriad; who knows if it still has a more powerful attack mode."
"Wait! What's this... Is the Tree Spirit Boss going all out?"
On the screen, the ground around the towering Tree Spirit, as if resembling a Celestial Pillar, suddenly erupted in chaos. Thousands of roots, thick and thin, all erged from the ground, wildly swinging.
And those "Tree Sons," as if instructed, suddenly beca more violent, charging toward players.
Even if they die, they firmly hold onto the players' limbs, adding to their movent troubles.
The number of "Tree Sons" is absurdly high, crashing against the players' defenses like a tidal wave, quickly controlling a portion of them.
Even Liu Jiale's Penglai Legion wasn't spared.
Just when the players were held under control by the suicidal assaults of the "Tree Sons," the roots that erged from the ground wrapped around them precisely, forming a wooden cocoon, with tiny spikes appearing on the roots, piercing into the players' bodies to siphon their blood.
At that mont, Li Zheng and the Tree Spirit coincidentally were doing the sa thing.
Accumulate energy with blood to launch the final attack.
'Don't stall, speed it up for !'
Li Zheng frowned. The Demon Blade usually absorbs blood in large gulps, eager to devour all the blood in an instant.
Yet now, given so low-grade blood, it's acting lazily...
'Okay!'
The Demon Blade Thirsty Blood also knows this is not the ti to turn against Li Zheng and imdiately sped up the blood-consuming process, with thousands of bottles of blood forming dense bloodlines connecting to the blade under its control.
In just five seconds, all the blood was consud, the blade body reddened, like a drunkard.
'Full?' Li Zheng asked at the sight.
The Demon Blade replied: 'So-so, can strike one blow.'
One strike.
That's enough.
Li Zheng suppressed the discomfort caused by excessive blood loss and rose with the blade, the Demon Thunder Wings spread out, flying into the sky.
At this mont, throughout the Tropical Rainforest, except for a few especially outstanding players still struggling to fend off the Boss's attacks, only Li Zheng and the Tree Spirit Boss remained.
Transforming into lightning, he flew up close.
Li Zheng gripped the blade with both hands, the Demon Blade Thirsty Blood extending a fine bloodline from the hilt connecting to Li Zheng's wrist.
This wasn't the Demon Blade Thirsty Blood acting on its own but rather under Li Zheng's instruction.
Precisely.
This ti, he still intended to use the 'perish together' strategy.
The bloodthirsty blade light flashed, gradually solidifying, and the murderous aura was overwhelming. Those present who personally felt it all showed incredulous expressions.
Liu Jiale looked at Li Zheng with a complicated expression. Under the cover of the murderous aura, even the light around Li Zheng's airborne body dimd, as if a Demon God had descended.
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