Back in the present, the ever-expanding dark green pillar of light completely Engulfed the Withering Manifestation. Its sturdy purple shell flaked away piece by piece like shattered glass.
In the end, the pillar of light not only covered the entire underground space, but even pierced through the hazy canopy, forming a green line connecting heaven and earth above the surface.
A long while passed.
As a streak of golden sunset poured down through the breach in the canopy, the once-foul underground space had completely changed.
—The deathly still air flowed once more, the pitch-black rotten water became clear, and fresh grass and shoots gradually sprouted around the collapsed dead trees.
The Withering Manifestation had been completely erased—at least, on the surface.
But Lin Feng knew that the battle still had one final, and most crucial, step.
If the memories left behind by the Withering were not dealt with, its next sprouting would soon arrive again.
All because of one trait possessed by the Withering Manifestation:
Ley Line Rebirth: Can inject the memories of "death" into the earth, turning them into tiny seeds. If any seeds remain, the time until the next revival is greatly shortened.
For the moment, he had no time to care about what the Aranara around him had learned.
Lin Feng swiftly shifted onto the platform where the Withering Manifestation had previously stood, keenly sensing that vast consciousness transferring underground.
Knowing that his Authority over consciousness was not yet refined enough to handle something so purely conceptual, he did not make any pointless attempts.
He vaguely sensed glee and venomous resentment emanating from the Withering's consciousness.
Lin Feng merely steadied Xiao Bai on his shoulder and threw him toward the heart of the platform.
In an instant.
Behind the green pillar of light, the Withering