Suppression

The moment the dark red Mycelium completely sealed off all escape routes in the remaining forest, the last panicked cries in the woods abruptly shattered.

These old and weak Green Demon were no longer capable of fighting. Their withered limbs could not support a killing posture, their rough skin was covered with dry wrinkles, and even the most basic alien ferocity had almost dissipated. They could only hunch over, protecting their trembling young behind them, using their bodies to build a futile barrier, their eyes filled only with the fear of their desperate situation.

There was no fierce fighting, no counterattack.

The spreading blood threads were fine and tough, rapidly winding along the gaps in the dead leaves and the grooves of tree roots, instantly binding the limbs and torsos of all the Green Demon. The old and weak struggled with laughable ferocity, while the young were completely powerless to resist, only able to let out tiny, sharp whimpers before being completely imprisoned by the Mycelium.

Lu Heng stood quietly in the woods, his gaze sweeping indifferently over the scene before him, without the slightest fluctuation of emotion.

The conflict between the two realms is a matter of life and death, leaving no room for leniency.

With a slight thought, all power was withdrawn.

The taut Mycelium suddenly tightened, and a series of crisp cracking sounds rang out. The brief struggle fell completely silent. The entire desolate forest instantly returned to deathly stillness, and all the old, weak, and juvenile Green Demon were annihilated.

The moment the battle ended, the Blood Taisui underground began to operate on its own.

Countless dark red mycelia wriggled and spread, clinging to the damp forest soil and covering all the alien corpses. The fine Mycelium penetrated the flesh, piercing through the withered skin and broken bones, gradually dismantling, absorbing, and dissolving all remaining bodily tissues.

There were no extra traces, no bloodstains.

The mangled bodies rapidly withered and dissolved under the Mycelium, all the flesh and energy, and the alien aura, were devoured and digested by the Blood Taisui, transformed into its own dormant power. In just a few breaths, the forest that had been filled with the alien aura was now only filled with scorched soil and withered branches and leaves, and the traces of the battle were completely erased.

It was at this moment that Lu Heng clearly sensed the strange constraints of this Plane.

A persistent, intense heat slowly rose from the ground beneath our feet.

It wasn't the scorching heat of the blazing sun, but Geothermal originating from deep within the earth. Heavy, oppressive, and pervasive, it surged through the cracks in the soil, soaking the entire landscape. The air was dry and scalding; with each breath, the scalding air rubbed against the throat, carrying a lingering burning sensation. Every inch of the surrounding space was enveloped by the continuous high temperature of the Geothermal.

Throughout the entire Green Demon Plane, the underground environment is constantly heating up.

At the very moment that the Geothermal continued to invade, Lu Heng clearly noticed the abnormality of the Blood Taisui.

The originally highly active and freely spreading dark red Mycelium gradually slowed down, and its extension became sluggish and stiff.

Blood Taisui naturally prefers damp, cold, and quiet environments, relying on cold soil layers and moist textures to reproduce and thrive. It is most afraid of extreme high temperatures and dry, hot air.

This Plane, on the verge of destruction, is covered with remnants of volcanic landforms, and Geothermal energy flows continuously from underground, naturally restraining all the characteristics of the Blood Taisui.

The warm earth energy suppressed the activity of the Mycelium and scorched the texture of the filaments, restricting the Blood Taisui's ability to reproduce, devour, and extend in all aspects. The Mycelium, which could originally spread tens of meters in an instant, now struggled to move in the hot soil, its power being continuously weakened and suppressed.

Lu Heng lowered his eyes to look at the dark red silk threads on the ground, which were slightly curled up and dared not stretch out freely, and understood in his heart.

This is an innate environmental restraint.

It wasn't that the Blood Taisui lacked power, but rather that the rules of this world suppressed his core abilities at their source.

In damp and miasma-ridden environments like Moonview Valley and Mist Forest, Blood Taisui thrived, maximizing his combat power, reproduction, and crowd control. However, in this Geothermal- filled and Global Region Green Demon Plane, most of his greatest trump card was forcibly locked away.

There is no solution.

Being on a battlefield Plane opposing factions, he has no choice in his environment. Even if he is restrained by the rules of heaven and earth, his combat power is limited, and his trump cards are locked, he can only force himself to adapt to this harsh and unfavorable situation.

With a thought, Lu Heng stopped forcibly activating the Blood Taisui.

The sluggish and spreading Mycelium all retracted, silently sinking deep into the earth to lie dormant and recuperate, minimizing the continuous depletion caused by Geothermal. Rather than needlessly expending its resources to adapt to the environment, it was better to temporarily conceal its strength, conserve its remaining power, and prepare for unknown dangers to come.

The forest was completely quiet.

Lu Heng looked up and glanced around, his gaze sweeping over the only remaining small patch of woodland.

After the recent clearing, there was no living thing left here. The few remaining withered green plants drooped and drooped under the scorching Geothermal, and the entire area remained deeply mired in decay and desolation.

Only now did he truly understand the underlying environment of this Plane.

The land is desolate, resources are depleted, and Geothermal is rampant.

The homeland on which the Green Demon depend for survival is no longer suitable for the reproduction of life. It is precisely for this reason that they will spare no effort to cross the boundary and invade, fighting to the death and plundering resources in the human Plane. It is not that they are inherently bloodthirsty, but that this world has long since left them no room to survive.

However, when ethnic groups clash, suffering is never a reason for leniency.

The law of the jungle applies to all Plane.

Lu Heng pulled himself out of his thoughts and cleared his mind of all distractions.

The fact that Blood Taisui is restrained by the environment means that his subsequent combat methods must be completely changed. He can no longer rely on Mycelium to control the field, surround and kill, or parasitize. More often than not, he can only rely on his own physical combat strength and Star Blade to break through and kill.

The disadvantages are already set; we can only proceed cautiously and step by step.

He no longer lingered in this dilapidated forest, but stepped forward and continued to venture deeper into the Plane.

A scorching wind swept past, carrying waves of heat surging from the earth, washing over my body again and again. As far as the eye could see, there was still an endless expanse of scorched earth, with layers of solidified magma soil stretching endlessly.

In the deathly silence of the world, only his solitary figure stood.

Naturally suppressed by the Plane environment, their abilities are limited, and the road ahead is unknown and perilous.

This counterattack was destined to be fraught with difficulties from the moment we stepped into this desolate, demonic land.