Lin Tianhe stood to the side, grimacing, not daring to speak.
Truth be told, he had also wanted to get closer to check on the mushroom-headed creature.
It was all because the thing looked so harmless. Luo Chen had been completely fooled by its appearance.
"Luo Chen, you didn't sense its killing intent just now, did you? I didn't either."
Han Ning took out his Compound Bow and used its tip to poke at the mushroom-headed creature's round head and shattered corpse. Amidst the remains, he saw some strange structures that looked like a combination of flesh and mushroom mycelium.
The flesh wasn't red. Instead, it was lumpy, resembling the legendary "meat Ganoderma" of folklore.
Its enormous mouth, which could open at least 50 centimeters wide, was shockingly elastic and lined with dense, sharp spikes.
One could only imagine that if that mouth had bitten down, even if Luo Chen's leg hadn't been broken, a huge chunk of flesh would have been torn off.
