"These violent delights have violent ends."
"And in their triumph die, like fire and powder."
As Lu Ping'an looked at the first-tier Magic Monster corpses on the ground and the dispersing black fog, he couldn't help but recite a short poem.
Suddenly, a wave of dizziness struck him, and he staggered, almost falling to the ground.
But he only showed a joyful expression on his face.
"Finally got it..."
[Host's pollution carrying capacity has reached its limit, micro-mutation is happening, please maintain a stable state...]
The Life Bank system reacted quickly.
Lu Ping'an felt as if something was crawling on him, as if someone was whispering in his ear. In the depths of his eyes, he could see only mist and ghostly spirit bodies.
In just a moment, the beautiful forest transformed into a ghostly lair full of monsters, or perhaps, this was its true appearance...
"Lu Ping'an!"
His companion's cry woke him up.
