Chapter 226

"As for the Black Spirit Fruit, plant it over by the Titan Puppet."

"In that case, there is no problem." Youfei immediately nodded in agreement.

Chen Ang then inquired about the life mineral vein.

Youfei said, "My God, I have already sent people to mine the life mineral vein, but to ensure the life mineral vein remains in good condition, we can only mine at most two hundred jin per month."

It must be said.

This number is pitifully small.

Especially for Chen Ang, who wants to repair the Titan Puppet.

But there is no other way.

As long as the environment is kept in good condition, as much of the life mineral vein as is mined will naturally regenerate.

As long as the life force within it does not dissipate, it will naturally circulate and regenerate.

If it is mined recklessly, it will cause the life force within to dissipate.

Chen Ang naturally has to make the right choice between giving up and taking.

Sighing, Chen Ang asked, "Then has the amount mined today been sent to the Titan Puppet?"

"Yes, my God, it has already been sent."

"Very good, you may continue, I must leave now as well."

Chen Ang gave the order, then immediately flapped his wings and headed in the direction of the Titan Puppet.

Upon arriving, Chen Ang noticed that some of the scars on the Titan Puppet's body had disappeared.

"Is it because it absorbed the life mineral ore?"

Muttering to himself, Chen Ang walked in front of the Titan Puppet, leaped lightly onto its head, and reached out to touch the Titan Puppet's core to sense it.

The Titan Puppet's damage level had reached twenty-three percent.

After the previous battle with the Death Dragon, the damage level had increased to twenty-five percent.

However, because of the life mineral vein, it had automatically repaired itself to twenty-four percent.

This meant that each mining of the life mineral vein could only provide the Titan Puppet with one percent of repair.

To fully repair it, it would take at least two years.

To be honest.

If it were for someone else, this time would not be long at all, and might even be considered very short.

Just two years to possess a Titan Puppet capable of fighting a World Lord—even if it couldn't defeat the World Lord, it could at least hold the World Lord back—is completely worth it.

But for Chen Ang, it is too long.

In two years, not to mention whether he himself could reach the World Lord level, Chen Ang is confident that he would have the qualifications to fight a World Lord.

"Right, this thing should also be useful for the Titan Puppet."

Chen Ang suddenly remembered something, patted his forehead, and Void Gold appeared in the palm of his right hand.

This thing is one of Chen Ang's evolution materials.

However, Chen Ang himself does not need much of it.

He had originally intended to keep it or sell it in exchange for other materials.

But now, for the sake of the upcoming competition, he has to take it out and give it to the Titan Puppet.

After keeping what he needed for his own evolution, Chen Ang threw all the rest into the Titan Puppet's mouth in one go.

Immediately, the Titan Puppet began to repair itself automatically.

A scorching red light appeared on its body, as if a furnace were burning inside it.

After a long while.

The Titan Puppet quieted down.

Chen Ang sensed it again.

"Good fellow, did it only repair one percent?"

"You are a terrifying gold-devouring beast."

Chen Ang's mouth twitched slightly, and he shook his head helplessly.

Forget it, let's take it slow.

Sighing, Chen Ang's heart stirred, his figure disappeared from where he was, and he returned to the Rift Battlefield.

With his wings flapping, Chen Ang flew in the direction of the Cat-Ear Girl tribe.

At the same time.

Deep in the great mountains.

In a simple tribe.

Cat-Beastmen were gathered together, their faces filled with worry.

They looked at an elderly female Cat-Beastman in front of them, discussing how the tribe should survive in this dangerous world from now on.

"Before we came here, we heard that the Rift Battlefield was very dangerous, and now it seems that is indeed the case."

"But we were originally able to barely survive, and now the main problem is those damned guys who actually want us to submit to them; this is simply wishful thinking."

"Exactly, if it weren't for those guys, how could we have ended up like this?"

"Alright, stop arguing, let's see what the Prophet has to say."

Amidst the discussion.

Someone spoke up.

Then the Cat-Beastmen looked at the Prophet again.

The Prophet opened her heavy eyelids; she was very old, and perhaps she would die and be buried in the dust before long.

Looking at the tribespeople in front of her with hope in their eyes, she sighed in her heart, and after a moment of silence, she raised the staff held in her right hand and said slowly, "The Prophet will give us the answer."

The voice fell.

The Cat-Beastmen bowed their heads piously, placing their hands together in front of them as if in prayer.

And the Prophet herself, also holding the staff with both hands, knelt on the ground unsteadily, her mouth chanting something, her voice faint and hard to hear clearly.

Only on that staff, a faint light lit up.

Vaguely, it seemed as if a pair of cat pupils appeared, flashing with a glimmer...

230: The Prophecy of the Future.

Beastmen.

Depending on the beast, their abilities differ.

Cats are naturally agile and very sensitive to all things.

Cat-Beastmen are even more uniquely gifted in this regard; they are assassins in the jungle and are considered quite strong among the Beastmen.

The priests of the Cat-Beastmen do not have the ability to enhance their own people like other Beastman priests.

But the Cat-Beastman priests are respected by all Beastmen.

There is no other reason.

Because the priests of the Cat-Beastmen possess the power of prophecy.

That is, the power of prediction.

At this moment.

In the tribe.

As the Prophet chanted, that pair of cat pupils appeared in the faint light, and a trace of fear appeared on the Prophet's aged face.

Her already aged body began to tremble constantly, as if she had encountered a great terror.

"What's wrong with the Prophet?"

"She wouldn't be seeing some incredible scene, would she?"

"Shut up, don't disturb the Prophet."

"Damn it, what exactly happened in the future?!"

Some Cat-Beastmen cursed inwardly, their eyes filled with worry.

Not only worried about the future.

But also worried about the Prophet's health.

The use of the power of prophecy is not without conditions.