Under the giant gray mushrooms by the Poison Mist Lake, three young adventurers lay quietly under the mushroom caps, observing the mutated Puki in the distance.
Ever since the Puki occupied the floor, their spores had urged the growth of numerous blue-gray mushrooms of varying sizes.
According to experience, although these mushrooms were produced by Puki spores, they had no direct connection to the Puki.
The only relation is that occasionally, new Puki might be generated in places where mushrooms grew well.
Now, these big mushrooms, with their wide and low caps, were perfect for concealment.
However, the air was filled with the putrid smell seeping from the soil, suggesting that there had been demon corpses here before.
The girl with the short bow, Fei Ling, rubbed her nose, feeling like she was almost losing her sense of smell.
"Vera, stop dawdling, let's just try and see if it works!"
"Alright."
