Long before, the Mushroom Brothers had forged an alliance with the Grass King, agreeing to mutual non-interference and mutual support.
Recently, on the advice of the Grass King, the Mushroom Brothers had decided to expand their territory from the Great Dream Marsh.
However, the Mushroom Brothers were always puzzled as to why the Grass King remained solitary, never seeking to expand its own territory.
"I am here to help you, of course. Hurry, the Immortal has already arrived in the Great Dream Marsh," the tender voice of the Grass King emerged from the small green sprout.
Panther Cap pointed in the direction of the fading sword light, "I've seen it, the Immortal just flew out of the Marsh. It's likely that my brothers are all dead."
The Grass King expressed surprise before asking, "What will you do then? Will you fight the Immortal to the death?"
Hatred flickered in Panther Cap's eyes. "Of course, I want revenge! But not now. I will take my followers far from the Great Dream Marsh to find a new territory, where we can secretly gather strength. When I become a level six supernatural being, I will return to kill the Immortal and avenge my brothers!"
Panther Cap looked at the Grass King, "We are allies; you will help me, right?"
"Of course, we are allies, eternal allies," the Grass King nodded.
Panther Cap felt moved, "Thank you."
"You're welcome," the Grass King smiled. The next moment, numerous grassroots burst from the soil, piercing into Panther Cap's body. These roots had been lying in ambush all around him and now emerged suddenly, leaving him no time to react.
"Why are you attacking me? Weren't we allies? Didn't we agree that you take the central provinces and we take the eastern ones?" Panther Cap's psionic energy was rapidly being drained. He howled in pain and cursed in anger as the Grass King increased the intensity of the extraction.
"I dare not kill the Immortal," the Grass King said calmly. "I only encouraged you to expand so that you would expose yourselves deliberately."
In its view, the Mushroom Brothers were a significant threat. Should their power grow, it could potentially endanger its own safety. Rather than wait for that day, it was better to set a trap and lead them to their own destruction.
Panther Cap's eyes widened in rage. "You..."
He couldn't finish his sentence. The draining of his psionic energy was so severe that he was rapidly losing his intelligence.
Within minutes, the last of the Mushroom Brothers was drained of all psionic energy, turning into a dried-up husk.
The Grass King looked in the direction of the departing sword light. "Immortal, may we never meet. Even though it was the golden rain that awakened my intelligence, I still do not wish to encounter you."
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The Grass King retracted its roots and wrapped itself in its leaves, quickly forming into a sphere. The sphere rolled along the ground and swiftly disappeared from sight.
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The squeal of brakes tore through the silence as Wang Yong's van screeched to a halt. He leaped from the vehicle, his face a mask of despair as he surveyed the bridge ahead, completely overrun with mushrooms.
Tasked by Wang Gangjian to seek assistance from the Ship Gang, he had left Black Blade Security Company, hoping they could help stem the southward tide of mushrooman. But now, the very path to the Ship Gang was also claimed by the encroaching fungi, signaling that even the Ship Gang was in peril.
Wang Yong's face fell. The Ship Gang had been attacked too? But he quickly seized on a crucial piece of information, "Did the Ship Gang repel the mushrooman?" freeweɓnøvel.com
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