Isn't this a little too aggressive?
Even in a game, shouldn't you normally get at least a little time to react? Like, smell a living person first or something?
Fu Qian knew, of course, what was attacking him: plants as fine as strands of hair, crawling everywhere—or perhaps they really were hair.
One of the classic features of the "Furnace" was that there were hardly any actual plants.
Its ecosystem was made up entirely of all kinds of abstract conceptual lifeforms.
Things like fingers with fingers growing on them, centipedes made of skulls gnawing on one another, and blood tofu packed with nutrients.
In short, any living thing that died here would soon be broken down according to similar concepts, gathered together, and even reborn. It truly was a great furnace of life.
And now, it seemed these newly born conceptual lifeforms were even less friendly toward an outsider like him than before.
Crack—
Fortunately, he was no different.
At one point, Fu Qian came to an abrupt stop and kicked out, striking a round ball the size of a water vat.
Like a tumbleweed, it rolled through the fog and emerged from the buildings packed together like a station during the Spring Festival rush.
Even its insides were densely crisscrossed.
But on closer inspection, the stalk-like structures were far too white and orderly.
They were clearly curved ribs, joined together according to some peculiar pattern.
When it had charged at him just now, its rapid spin had made its edges as sharp as a saw. Some of its ribs had even opened up to embrace him, intent on giving him a full taste of what it meant to be hugged by the whole group.
Unfortunately, all that enthusiasm was cruelly rejected.
A kick from someone at Peak Fourth Order