Davis rose, suppressing the lingering charm that clung to his senses like a fog of perfume. He stabilized his breathing, circulating reincarnation energy to keep his mind clear. The branches stretching below quivered faintly to his presence as though calling for him to come back.
"Tsk, tsk…"
Davis clicked his tongue. He actually felt pitiful for this plant lifeform, wanting to go back and settle into that lotus position where he was a blood slave. The charm it contained was too severe, capable of easily influencing Immortal Emperors.
Regardless, he inwardly sneered and went to pluck the fruit.
The last fruit loomed before him, tall as a door, its vertical form gently pulsating with crimson luminescence. Life energy churned inside it like a contained storm. After taking an even closer look, Davis realized that it looked like a blood packet that is used for blood infusion back in the world.
