"Feels like this purple‑black fungus isn't as badass as the black fungus we saw before..."
After throwing the Little Angel two li away, Master Fuli wore a pensive look as he watched what was happening inside Gold-digging Town.
The Love God, without the Little Angel's control, was like a zombie without a brain, recklessly charging deeper into Gold-digging Town. Its strength was insane—any car or building in its way crumpled like paper.
The slime tendrils formed from the purple‑black fungus were weaving a ring of encirclement inside the town.
And during this process, Ansheng also noticed something very interesting.
The true body of the purple‑black fungus wasn't hidden underground as they'd guessed before; it was hiding in the clock tower, its mycelium disguised as street trees, quietly spying on everything happening inside Gold-digging Town.
The things actually hidden underground were the local natives who'd been infected and transformed by the fungus.
