The Golden Crow strained to grow taller, but it was no use. After all its effort, it was still less than half the height of the other flowers.
Su Ye rose onto her toes, then launched herself upward, using its leaves as a foothold.
The Golden Crow's vines slowly retracted their thorns, helping guide her ever upward.
The Golden Crow itself wasn't tall, but its vines could reach incredible heights.
Su Ye looked down over the entire underground landscape.
Su Ye lowered her head.
"Golden Crow, a little brighter."
SWISH! The Golden Crow instantly flared, shining with the intensity of an 800-watt lamp.
The moment the light flared, the surrounding Cannibal Flowers, which couldn't bear the brightness, let out another round of sharp, ear-piercing screams and scattered in all directions.
Gazing at the area, Su Ye now noticed—thanks to the light—that a faint mist filled the air.
The mist was colorless and odorless, and in the pitch-black darkness, it was nearly impossible to detect.
