Though this sapling was frail, it brimmed with vigorous life.
Wang Wu watched with a complicated gaze. At this moment, he could roughly guess some of the reasons.
First, in order to extract higher-quality Paralysis Toxin, that Human cultivator had used some special method to drain every last bit of essence from this Devil Vine, forming the previous Poison Mist Core Zone.
Ordinarily, the Devil Vine would have merely suffered a severe loss of vitality at this point, and it could have recovered after some time.
But after discovering Wang Wu's tracks, that Human cultivator had gone berserk like a rabid dog for some reason, injecting trace amounts of two types of Demon King Grade Venom into the Devil Vine. It became an open trap; whether Wang Wu stepped into it or not, he would suffer considerable losses.
Those two types of Demon King Grade Venom had exhausted the Devil Vine's last spark of life. It should have been doomed to die.
Yet Wang Wu had stepped into it, exhausting every trick he had before finally escaping danger.
And in doing so, he had saved the dying Devil Vine.
As for whether any remnants of those two mixed Demon King Grade Venoms remained, that was still an unsolved mystery.
He raised his head and looked around. The trees on this hillock were still lush and green, yet Wang Wu could sense an air of death. If he was not mistaken, by tomorrow morning at the latest, all the vegetation in this mountain forest would wither, while all its vitality had been gathered into that little blade of grass.
But without question, this little grass had likely evolved. While Wang Wu had endured the strangling force of those two mixed Demon King Grade Venoms, it should have endured them as well.