As Shi Yi ventured deeper, he saw traces left by the Spirit-Communicating Flower.
Some ordinary plants possessed little medicinal potency, yet they glittered with extraordinary brilliance. Some had even developed intelligence, and they were far from dim-witted.
Without a doubt, this was the result of drifting pollen from the Spirit-Communicating Flower. The more pollen a plant absorbed, the greater its intelligence became.
Suddenly, a Purple Vine tore through the air like a streak of purple lightning, shooting straight toward the back of Shi Yi's head. Venomous thorns covered its length, hissing as they released poisonous fumes.
Shi Yi turned, effortlessly caught the Purple Vine between two fingers, and gave a gentle tug.
With a wail like a vengeful ghost's, a plant resembling a purple flood dragon was dragged over and landed in Shi Yi's hand, gripped right at its vital point.
"I won't do it again! I won't! Spare me!"
It was utterly terrified. It knew it had kicked an iron plate, and this one might be even more terrifying than the boy from earlier.
Not long ago, its twin brother, another Purple Vine, had ambushed a child, intending to devour his flesh and blood raw, only to be torn to shreds.
Now it was about to suffer the same fate.
Shi Yi remained expressionless, ignoring its pleas. Had he not been overwhelmingly powerful, his end would have been gruesome: this Purple Vine would have sucked out his brains and devoured every scrap of his flesh.
Splat!
He unleashed the terrifying strength of his flesh and crushed the Purple Vine directly into fine powder.
Its screams stopped abruptly. The powder left by the Purple Vine drifted up and down in Shi Yi's palm as he extracted some mysterious substances originating from the Spirit-Communicating Flower.
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