The mushroom head's boundless rage shook the entire abyss.
Above, the Four Immortal Swords, seemingly annoyed, continued their suppression with a constant, flowing sparkle.
SWISH, SWISH, SWISH.
Several blades of light shot downward, slicing off great swathes of tentacles from the mushroom head. The tentacles burst, turning into snowflake-like fluff. Each piece of fluff appeared to be an independent life form that wailed for a moment before dying.
「In reality.」
Like a sewer rat, Mu Fan was cowering in a mysterious cave. Suddenly, he screamed in agony, rolling on the ground. Then, he collapsed to his knees, his body contorted as if he'd been constipated for a month but was still unable to find relief.
"ARGH—"
Mu Fan growled, the veins on his forehead writhing larger than earthworms. He then spewed a large amount of fungi from his mouth as various spores burst through his skin, tearing it open.
