However, Shen Tang still has a thorn in her side—Commander Necro of the rebel army.
Even if they eliminate the Living Corpse Army this time, as long as he remains alive, he can continuously create more living corpses. It’s uncertain whether the blood serum developed from this effort will still be effective in the future.
Necro is too mysterious and powerful.
She’s very curious about his origins.
"Fu Teng, how much do you know about Necro?" Shen Tang turned her head to look at Fu Teng, who was diligently sweeping the courtyard.
"Fu Teng answered coldly, "Other than having fairly fragrant blood and strong skills, he’s useless!"
"How did you get to know him back then?"
Fu Teng snapped the broom in two, clenching his teeth in anger, his face darkened. "I was completely fooled. How was I to know that guy had a blood curse? If I had known, I wouldn’t have coveted that mouthful of blood. Self-inflicted misfortune leads to inevitable ruin!"
"..." This guy actually had some self-awareness.
Seeing Fu Teng’s excited emotions, Shen Tang feared she wouldn’t be able to glean much useful information from him. Her eyes shifted as she smiled and beckoned to him, "Come here for a moment."
Fu Teng instantly cast aside his anger and skipped over. "Xiao Gua, is there anything else you need to instruct—"
Before he finished speaking, Fu Teng’s eyes turned blank and his body went limp, fainting to the ground.
Shen Tang used her spiritual power to invade his Spiritual Illusion Realm.
Currently, Fu Teng’s strength is too weak to resist her spirit attack.
The freshness of damp soil smelled no longer lingered in the nose, replaced by an indescribable putrid odor. In the Spiritual Consciousness Sea, the five senses were perfectly synchronized and perceived clearly.
Shen Tang opened her eyes. Instead of the familiar small courtyard in her vision, there was a primeval swamp forest, so silent it made one’s scalp tingle with fear.
The air here was damp and oppressive, like inhaling a mouthful of warm water into the lungs. Rotten leaves soaked in black water squelched underfoot, sinking half a finger deep into the sludge.
The light couldn’t penetrate, leaving everything dim and gloomy.
The fern growth was taller than humans, their serrated leaf edges could easily cut the arm if one wasn’t careful. Dark green vines hid beneath the mud, slithering like snakes, resembling ghosts choosing targets to devour.
Occasionally, white bones were visible, half-buried in the mud, with empty eye sockets staring upward. Some bones were still entwined with dried vines, squeezed into the crevices as if strangled to death.
Shen Tang narrowed her eyes; this was the legendary Dead Fern Swamp, one of the Beast World’s five Death Forbidden Zones.
"Damn, what is this place? Why is even the Light Computer malfunctioning?!"
A frustrated curse echoed nearby.
Shen Tang turned to see a Beastman, alone and seemingly having wandered in by accident.
The Beastman had been wandering for days, starving and emaciated, trudging heavily onward.
Shen Tang followed him.
Soon, the vision opened up, revealing a breathtakingly beautiful scene.
In such a hazardous environment, not far away grew a splendid sea of flowers, rolling in green waves with the wind. In the center stood a tree over ten meters tall; upon closer inspection, it wasn’t merely a tree but a conglomeration of intertwined vines.
This utopia-like location seemed like an oasis in a desert, starkly contrasting with its surroundings.
The air carried no trace of the rotting stench, instead carrying sweet floral fragrances. After frequent inhalation, one’s spirit became disoriented and excitedly elated.
A slender and graceful silhouette emerged in the flower sea, her long green hair seamlessly blending with the flowers.
How could such a beautiful female appear here?

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