"That..."
"That wasn't one monster!"
"That was two terrifying monsters..."
"..."
Even more tragic was Qin Ran—or rather, the true body of that Flesh Monster Tree.
When the entire world's psychic power seemed to begin hating him and turning back against him, he felt as if ants were crawling all over his body. And they weren't ordinary ants, but the fiercest Amazonian bullet ants.
He could clearly feel the psychic vines extending from his body being severed one by one.
Being devoured bit by bit.
All over his body, it felt as if countless fine blades were slowly cutting him to pieces.
It wasn't as if he hadn't tried to resist.
Several times, he had summoned all his strength, trying to knock away these attacks that clung to him like bone-deep parasites and push them far away.
But every time he exerted himself, an even more immense force would suppress him.
He felt as if he had become the center of the world.
The most terrifying part was that he had become the center of the world while being hated by it.
"Crack, crack, crack..."
It was the sound of psychic power being corroded.
An indescribable agony surged from the branches and treetops into his mind.
An intensely painful and chaotic feeling rose in his heart.
He felt that everything around him hated him, and was therefore attacking him madly.
As this feeling faded, even he began to hate himself.
Several vines around him had already begun slipping out of his control under the influence of that power.
In the end, they suddenly turned around and lunged at him, biting down viciously.
The crucial point was that he could now share the sensations of those vines.
So when the vines turned around and attacked him, a strange pleasure actually appeared