The Ghost Sunflower Roots stretch for a thousand miles. If it encounters powerful enemies, it can burrow into the earth and escape, relocating its roots and flowers elsewhere. Zhang Boyant tied it up immediately upon arrival, originally leaving a few backup plans, but obtaining it so easily was somewhat unexpected. He sneered coldly, "Is this all you can do, daring to confront me."
Despite cultivating for thousands of years, this Ghost Sunflower is ultimately not a natural anomaly like the Dragon Carp or Flood Dragon. Without transformation, it lacks any Divine Power Skills. Maybe it could spar briefly with ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators, but how could it possibly contend with him, an elder of the Nether Spring Sect? Twisting for a while only tightened the grasp of Zhang's black hands, and suddenly, the two leaf clusters swelled and burst, emitting black pulp shooting skywards like an arrow.
Zhang Boyant laughed wickedly, "Good timing!"
