"Stay", "Don't go", "Keep me company" …
The flowers did not say anything logical. They were just crying and laughing for no reason. But Angor could hear some emotions from their voices!
Most of them wanted him to stay!
Angor did not know why they wanted him to stay. But judging from the peaceful voices, the flowers did not seem to mean any harm.
"Why do you want me to stay?" Angor tried to ask.
The flowers did not answer. They were still sending out emotions that wanted him to stay.
Angor sensed another emotion. It was a complicated one. "If there's no light, we can keep him here …"
In other words, the reason why he couldn't reach the top was because of these flowers?
Angor did not know if they were monsters or strange plants. Either way, it was better for him to leave now.
He could not sense any hostility from the flowers. But he did not know if they were pretending to be harmless so that he would lower his guard. In Goldspink Empire, there was a kind of Tyrant Flower that emitted an alluring scent. It attracted creatures with its scent, and when the creatures were lured, they would devour them.
Angor took out his flashlight and shone it in both directions. He did not know where to go. He did not even know where he came from. So, he simply chose a random direction and flew away.
Along the way, Angor could hear the emotions of the flowers on the ground. Occasionally, there would be a fragrant wind blowing, which made him feel a little dizzy and made him spin around on the spot.
So this was the truth behind "Ghost Wall"? So it was the flowers who did this.
Luckily, Angor had the flashlight. Even though he was "ambushed" by the flowers, he did not lose his way.
"But isn't this a little too much?" Angor muttered in his mind. It was only a few hundred meters, and he was ambushed several times already. It was as if the flowers were trying to stop him …
Angor flew for more than an hour and still did not see the end. He did not see any monsters apart from the endless flowers on the ground.
Angor kept thinking along the way. Was this an underground maze? Where was his teacher? Why did the flowers want him to stay? There were no answers to all his questions. They only added to his worries.
After an unknown amount of time, he finally saw the end of the tunnel.
Seeing the end didn't mean good news, because the end was a wall. There were no other paths around, which meant that he seemed to have chosen the wrong direction.
When he was several hundred meters away from the wall, he waved his flashlight and saw something flash in front of his eyes.
Puzzled, he shined the light at the spot. Was the light coming from the wall? He was about to turn around when he saw no way out. However, the flash of light piqued his curiosity.
In any case, the road ahead was uncertain. Perhaps this shining thing was some kind of treasure! Didn't Sunders mention that all wizards who left the Nightmare Realm were greedy for treasures? Even if the treasures in the Nightmare Realm were not easy to find, they were still much more abundant than other places. With this thought in mind, he approached the wall step by step.
When he was about a hundred meters away from the end of the tunnel, he could already see the glowing light on the wall.
The light was coming from the wall. Maybe it was a luminous pearl or a fluorite?
If it was just these two items, they wouldn't be worth much. Angor thought in his mind.
After flying for another ten meters, a strange frequency suddenly appeared in his mind.
The frequency was only buzzing at first, but it suddenly increased in frequency after a few seconds! Soon, the frequency increased by several times!
The frequency increased by several times was comparable to an extreme wave weapon! Angor was fine a moment ago, but the next second, he felt like his brain was going to explode.
It was a kind of mental destruction. It was similar to what he felt when he tested his spirit limit earlier. However, the pain was several times, or even dozens of times worse!
His brain felt like it was boiling in boiling water. Thick smoke was rising from it. The pain was indescribable. It was like a raging tide, raising waves one after another. Angor thought he had reached the limit of pain, but the next second, an even higher wave was raised.
"Argh!"
Angor screamed in agony. In the end, he could no longer control his body and fell straight down from the sky amidst the endless pain.
Angor was ten meters above the ground. Even if the gravity on his body was reduced, such a solid fall was still too much for him to handle.
Just as he was about to lose his life, several green vines suddenly crawled out of the ground and began to twist and change their shapes. In the blink of an eye, the vines had formed a net around him.
Angor fell straight into the net of vines.
With the help of the vines, Angor was no longer affected by the impact. He was unharmed.
As Angor rolled on the ground in pain, the vines slowly changed again. Like ropes, they tied up Angor's limbs and dragged him a hundred meters away from the wall.
Strangely, when Angor moved away from the wall, the pain in his head seemed to have subsided.
When the pain in his head subsided a little, Angor could finally breathe again. Just a moment ago, he even felt that he was only a step away from death. At the most painful moment, his eyes were filled with darkness. Scenes of his life in the past appeared in his mind. He even recalled the scene when he was a baby. This was already a sign before death!
In just a few seconds, Angor went from being full of vigor to being completely exhausted and on the verge of mental collapse. This showed how serious the crisis was!
When everything returned to normal, Angor felt alive again. However, he had used up all his strength. He did not even have the strength to clench his fists.
He was in great pain, but he still remembered that some kind of vine "saved" him. Angor did the vine "save" him, or did it have other intentions? He did not even know if there was someone controlling the vine behind the scenes.
But it was a fact that he was saved. Angor fought back his exhaustion and said, "Thank you."
No one responded.
This was normal. Vines could not speak.
They were restless when the waves arose, and tired when the waves subsided. Angor's spirit was recovering. His brain's self-protection mechanism began to work on its own. Angor's mind began to become blurry, and his vision slowly became blurry.
Before he completely lost consciousness, Angor vaguely saw a flower with the same mouth but with petals as dazzling as the starry sky in front of him …
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