"Impossible."
Helan clutched her neck tightly. The cabbage before her was incredibly familiar, yet it gave her an utterly unfamiliar feeling.
Blood gushed uncontrollably from the wound in her neck, but the fact that she could still speak showed that although the wound looked frightening, it had not been cut too deeply. At the very least, her vocal cords had not been severed.
"Who are you?" Helan stared fixedly at the figure, looking utterly unable to understand.
The person before her definitely wasn't the real Cabbage!
She had spent a great deal of time getting close to that girl. She didn't believe Cabbage was someone capable of hiding herself so deeply. Flower Spirits were extremely pure life-forms, and it was difficult for someone with a sinister mind to conceal it from one.
Flower Spirits were the purest individuals among spirit life-forms. Gentle and kind, they had mild, sunny auras that made people feel exceptionally comfortable. That was also why many healing professions were filled by Flower Spirits: they naturally possessed the constitution to transmit goodwill!
But that didn't mean there were no Flower Spirits with dark thoughts. Rather, such Flower Spirits could not conceal their temperament. A cold Flower Spirit would resemble a beautiful plant covered in thorns and poison, making people aware of its danger from far away. In the wild, if conditions were harsh and a Flower Spirit chose to protect itself, it could also grow into a cold-type Flower Spirit.
The instant Cabbage swung her sword, the aura she displayed was completely different from the person Helan had seen before. Although her appearance and expression were identical, that aura—colder even than the miasma of the Death Realm—clearly told Helan that an extremely terrifying soul now resided inside Cabbage's body.
"Tsk." Faced with the question, Cabbage couldn't be