C106

On the tenth day of the test, on the tranquil grassland of the Wasteland, a massive blood-red cocoon was quietly standing. Its surface was smooth and tightly sewn, tightly trapping the aura within the cocoon without a shred of it spreading out.

"Crack crack crack!"

At this moment, a sound like an egg breaking a shell broke the silence. The blood cocoon suddenly shattered from the inside out