Venerable Tusa grew slightly more strained over time.
The dark miasma had disappeared too quickly.
A greenish mist had taken its place. Abundant life energy had filled the void and began to exert its own form of pressure.
Both people and living mechs yearned to absorb this nurturing form of energy, but doing so came with significant danger!
Tusa could not detect the invisible seeds of poison, but he could vaguely sense the latent threat posed by all of the surrounding energies.
Even his ace mech did not dare to ingest too much at once.
As a living mech, the Dark Zephyr Mark III derived a lot of benefits from life energy, especially when it came in a more universal and unclaimed form.
However, the need to filter out the poisonous seeds that made these energies so deadly significantly impaired his efficiency.
If not for this impediment, the Dark Zephyr Mark III may have been able to swallow enough life energy to trigger a sublimation!
Although the living mech still did his utmost to take advantage of the current situation, the Dark Zephyr had not forgotten about the current threat.
So far, the deathborn leader had been acting surprisingly calm.
The removal of the dark miasma and the mass extinction of his deathborn subordinates had not caused much of a reaction from the enemy powerhouse.
Even though his macabre form had lost its concealment and became a lot more visible, the alien seemed to care little about the Dark Zephyr’s obvious observations.
Tusa had a bad feeling about this lengthy period of inaction.
He felt he should be more proactive and take the initiative to attack his former dance partner.
On the other hand, doing so might trigger something prematurely and cause the enemy’s threat level to skyrocket.
Without sufficient intelligence on what he was dealing with, Tusa opted to play it safe and do... nothing.
The lack of action unnerved him. It felt wrong to leave his current adversary alone, yet what else could he do?
The enemy was way too powerful to be left unattended!
Just as Tusa thought about contacting the Saint Commander for further instructions, the enemy finally made a move.
The possessed greater phase whale did not display any aggression.
Instead, the gigantic carcass began to exude more power.
It was as if this monstrosity was asserting its dominion over the surrounding space!
The death energies that it had managed to retain gradually began to multiply and grow in volume by devouring the dense amounts of life energy in the vicinity!
The deathborn leader... was actually converting life into death!
Tusa’s eyes widened as he witnessed this feat.
It shouldn’t be too much of a surprise that the alien leader was able to perform this conversion, but what truly shocked Tusa was that the enemy did so without suffering any apparent backlash!
Nothing happened that suggested that the poisonous seeds took effect.
The alien leader did not suffer from the same affliction that had drained the lives of its subordinates!
"HOW?"
The deathborn leader did not deign to issue a response. Instead, it was occupied with its own efforts. A few seconds had already passed and already a veritable cloud of darkness and death had sprung up around its large form!
Compared to the previously-ubiquitous dark miasma, this new cloud of darkness manifested in a slightly different fashion.
It was much darker and more concentrated. Under the will of this foreign alien entity, the dark fog suddenly turned into a vortex that absorbed huge quantities of life energy!
This was an alarming change!
Somehow, the deathborn leader completely managed to neutralize the threat posed by all of the poisonous seeds!
The powerful intangible alien entity’s aura grew stronger at a very concerning rate!
Tusa knew he had to report his development right away.
"CASELLA!"
"I AM AWARE."
"WE NEED TO STOP HIM BEFORE HE GROWS ANY STRONGER!"
"I DO NOT DISAGREE, TUSA, BUT OUR HANDS ARE CURRENTLY FULL."
"HUH?"
"ACCIDENTS HAVE OCCURRED. OUR WOODSAP MECHS... ARE LOSING CONTROL. I AM TRYING TO RESTRAIN THEM AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE, BUT..."
Tusa previously paid no attention to other units. Much of it was because the dark miasma prevented him from keeping track of their progress.
Now that the dark fog had almost entirely disappeared from the battlefield, the Dark Zephyr Mark III was much better able to peer through the green mist.
It soon became clear what Casella meant.
The Woodsap mechs had drunk deeply from the vitality all around them. The life energies converted from the lives of so many deathborn served as a highly nutritious tonic to them, while the poisonous seeds did not affect them all that much.
The biomechs not only replenished their prior consumption, but also began to become stronger in many different ways!
Certain Woodsap mechs such as the iconic Rosenstorm began to bloom with life. The latter’s roses grew larger, redder and more alluring. They gained greater extraordinary traits, though their effects remained unclear.
Their pilots also benefited enormously from the infusion of life energies. The elven mech pilots among them were especially delighted to gain access to so many resources!
"Take advantage of this situation, but do not get lost in it! If we absorb too much life energy, we will evolve into foundation builders. Qi cultivators may be proficient in wielding this kind of power, but that is not what we aspire towards becoming. The true path of godhood for us is the one that leads us to transcending into a god pilot! Only this path allows us to realize our full potential! Once you are close to reaching your limit, do not absorb anything further! If you still insist on doing so regardless of the risks, then do your best to channel the excess energies into your companion spirit or your living mech."
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