With the precise intelligence extracted from that purple symbiote's soul, the next steps became much simpler.
The information obtained from this creature's soul allowed Blake to swiftly sort out the basic situation of this plane.
The rulers of this world were two kinds of symbiotic creatures: one kind consisted of colossal beasts of countless different forms, providing nearly inexhaustible energy and physical vessels.
The other was the sort of purple symbiote he had disposed of. Like the beasts' "external brains," they provided "wisdom" and were mainly responsible for creating and controlling the omnipresent terrifying illusions and mental guidance.
Neither could exist without the other; together, they formed this plane's unique ecosystem and defensive system.
The beasts had clearly defined power tiers based on their age and size.
Blake and the others' luck had truly been abysmal. When they crossed the spatial rift, they had happened to enter the routine hunting range of the strongest beast in this region, which was why they had been caught like turtles in a jar the moment they arrived.
From the symbiote's memory fragments, Blake had not only learned the current beast's weakness, but also mapped out the approximate activity zones of every beast above Level 7 across the entire plane.
And, most crucially—the precise coordinates of this plane's most powerful Level 8 beast and its symbiote!
As the purple symbiote within the core cavity died, the "processor" maintaining this beast's illusion field instantly crashed.
In an instant, the wizards inside the beast, who had been immersed in beautiful illusions, woke as though a basin of icy water had been thrown over them. They stared in shock at their horrifying surroundings and the flesh-and-blood tentacles wrapping around them.
After a brief spell of chaos, their survival instincts and exceptional combat discipline allowed them to organize