'If this development continues, won't I ultimately become a colony of fungi capable of transforming into terrifying biochemical weapons, able to attack external enemies?'
Li Chengyi felt somewhat conflicted, yet also harbored a faint sense of anxiety.
The path he was now treading was uncharted territory, and no one knew what lay deep within or what might occur.
No one knew.
No one had told him that while he practiced martial arts and pursued the "Evil Flower" Imprint, forcefully raising it a great deal might lead to what impact.
Currently, the common Floral Dress had little effect on him, the slight increases it produced were far less useful than the Flower Language Technique when dealing with a variety of enemies with strange abilities.
With a gentle swipe of his hand, threads of death energy ignited in his palm, swiftly consuming the black fungus before his eyes.
Death energy was the most suitable tool for clearing out these numerous and tenacious living things.
