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Ye Zhao lowered her eyes to the Mycelium Monsters fighting and killing one another in the chaotic plaza. She pressed her palms together and bowed. Amitabha. She'd gotten revenge for the Natives, at least. Would that earn her any merit? King Yama, Tathagata Buddha, Jade Emperor, take a look at me!

She raised the black long saber in her hand. Its frost-covered blade reflected the eerie red glow in her eyes.

"Mycelium Monsters, not one of you is escaping my grasp!"

As Red-named Mycelium Monsters began slipping out of the encirclement one by one, Ye Zhao had a thought, and the Blood-Spraying Monsters hidden in the air sprang into action. They darted through the streets and alleys like ghosts, precisely targeting every fleeing Mycelium Monster!

The instant they spotted a target, they charged and devoured it in an extremely bizarre manner. A flash of white light, and all that remained of the Mycelium Monster was a crumpled patch of skin...

The Red-Name Streamers who'd escaped hadn't even had time to celebrate before this strange scene scared them witless. They punched and kicked at empty air.

"Shit, who the hell is hitting me?! Show yourself! If you've got the guts, come out and fight me one-on-one—"

"N-no, don't come any closer! I surrender, okay? I surrender!"

"I was wrong. I won't run again..."

"...Why is this happening? Why can't we escape? Don't eat me! I don't want to die yet, waah!" The six-foot-tall Mycelium Man clutched his head and let out a desperate roar. He was bleeding all over, and one of his arms was gone. He'd finally managed to get far away, only to be blocked by an invisible monster. As he roared and struggled, his body shrank until all that remained was a sheet of human skin. Then he