Giorno truly had not noticed that Aerosmith was equipped with a carbon dioxide detection radar, nor had he deliberately tried to accelerate the willow trees' photosynthesis to absorb the carbon dioxide nearby.
But whether intentional or not, Aerosmith had no way of locking onto him now.
Giorno's figure vanished completely into the swirling willow fluff.
"What do we do?"
Narancia glanced at the detection radar, which could no longer display anything, then looked at the hazy mass of flying willow fluff before him. "I can't find him at all now!"
"Don't panic." Once Fugo understood the situation, he instead became calm.
He carefully observed the willow fluff spreading ahead like thick fog and said in a low voice:
"Do you see it?"
"The rate at which those willow trees are spewing out fluff has already slowed down. There's no wind on the road right now, so the fluff blocking our vision will soon fall to the ground."
"And that curly-haired guy only used his ability on two or three willow trees. No matter how much fluff they produce, it can only cover a range of a dozen or so meters around those trees."
"If he wants to escape, there's no way he can stay forever inside that little 'fog bank' that only covers a dozen meters."
"I get it."
Narancia understood what Fugo meant:
"This 'fog bank' is only so big. He may look like he's using the willow fluff to hide himself, but he's actually trapped himself inside it!"
"If he doesn't want to sit around and die, he'll definitely make another move soon."
Just as Fugo and Narancia had expected.
The life force Gold Experience infused into the trees could only last for a while. Once the "medicine" wore off, the growth of willow fluff swiftly stopped.
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