While the mycelium was nurturing its "Perfect Posture," the black sphere continued expanding. As if sensing the changes in the fungal colony, it expanded faster and faster.
Although its volume was changing, the energy inside had not become any less lethal. Everything in its path was still devoured completely, leaving behind nothing but darkness.
The frenzied air currents swept the severed mycelia into the air. White "streamers" drifted everywhere, while the bloody flesh and severed limbs were firmly pinned to the ground by the mycelia, as though they were those creatures' last foundation.
The White Servant's body was becoming increasingly smooth. Its ceramic-like skin gave off a faint glow, and countless mycelia beneath its feet continued flowing into it. Yet its body did not grow larger. Instead, it maintained its current form and continued becoming harder.
Watching the two collide, Mo Ling held his breath.
He felt that the mycelia should not be able to withstand the Black Energy. After all, it was power capable of destroying even the "map." Having witnessed it more than once, Mo Ling naturally understood its destructive force.
However, when "black" and "white" truly collided, a scene that utterly shocked Mo Ling unfolded:
The smooth Ceramic Mycelium Person entered the black sphere's range. At that very moment, it was eroded by the Black Energy. Sure enough, it could not withstand the energy's devouring power.
Yet the black sphere did not devour it as quickly as expected.
The mycelium person did not immediately disintegrate. Instead, it planted itself firmly within the black sphere's range. That destructive power continuously turned the fungal layer on its surface into white smoke, but in an instant, the mycelia inside would replace it, filling the holes left by the erosion.
It did not choose to clash head-on. Instead, it chose a