Han Ning could clearly see three hulking mushroom creatures suddenly emerge from the Mushroom Forest behind them.
Each one stood at least ten meters tall, their massive green caps like the oversized patio umbrellas from his old world, extending in a wide circle far beyond their thick stalks.
The surfaces of their thick caps were covered in dense green moss, shot through with bright red veins.
Shrouded in the white mist, they exuded an aura of primeval desolation.
Green, vine-like tendrils dangled from the edges of their caps. With every running stride, they spewed clouds of green spores from beneath their canopies.
Trailing behind the three giant mushroom creatures was a massive swarm of smaller ones, ranging from tens of centimeters to several meters tall.
The swarm of mushroom creatures stampeded like a conquering army, rumbling through the Mushroom Forest as if Han Ning and his group were their mortal enemies.
WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH~
