Number Two

Wu Man's twelve avatars shot out of the mycelium like sharks scenting blood.

Each avatar had been allotted 15 points of mental power, and they crashed down like giant beasts.

Without a definite form, Wu Man shaped the fifteen avatars into hands.

They constantly switched positions. The huge hands came down from above, crashing into the clump of mutated mycelium ahead like a mountain of five fingers.

The immense force made the mutated mycelium shudder violently and sent it tumbling away.

But that was all it did: tumble away. The hand that had struck it had lost a finger.

Just as Xiao Ran had expected, this thing was many times tougher than ordinary mycelium, like a clump of steel.

Although Xiao Ran and Wu Man had terrifying mental power, their mycelium was ordinary. They couldn't inflict any real damage on the mutated mycelium.

But that only made Wu Man more excited. He tried to take over the mycelium outright, but the layer of liquid covering it blocked his mental power.

"I refuse to believe I can't crack you!"

Wu Man stopped holding back. He controlled the huge hands, alternating their attacks left and right until they left afterimages around the mutated mycelium.

Then the hands grabbed at empty space all at once. The air around them trembled, as though every bit of it had been sucked away in an instant.

The sudden change dealt a heavy blow to the consciousness inside the mutated mycelium. A sensation of being torn apart swept over it.

But no matter how much Wu Man tugged, the other party's mental body showed no sign of being pulled out. Its mental power wasn't especially strong, but the unusual mycelium was incredibly sticky, firmly shielding it.

Seeing this, Wu Man suddenly stopped pulling. The other party's taut