Help! The Villainess Trapped in the Beast World's Drama! Chapter 446 - 435: Spiritual Illusion Realm

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 ti, 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 so 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, "Co here for a mont."

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 slled 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 prival 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. So 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 environnt, not far away grew a splendid sea of flowers, rolling in green waves with the wind. In the center stood a tree over ten ters tall; upon closer inspection, it wasn’t rely a tree but a congloration of intertwined vines.

This utopia-like location seed 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 beca disoriented and excitedly elated.

A slender and graceful silhouette erged in the flower sea, her long green hair seamlessly blending with the flowers.

How could such a beautiful female appear here?

Was she abandoned by her group or did she accidentally enter?

The traveler’s eyes grew increasingly dazed, losing all ability to think, moving uncontrollably toward the beauty.

The next second, the beauty transford into a terrifying Cannibal Ghost Vine, swallowing the Beastman whole with a satisfied burp.

Witnessing the brutal dining scene chilled Shen Tang to the bone. She turned her gaze again to the lush ancient vine tree not far away, realizing Fu Teng’s true form was so imnse that rely observing it in the Spiritual Illusion Realm conveyed a great sense of oppression!

It seed her previous encounter with his true form had been it suppressed by Necro.

"Is this Fu Teng’s true form at his peak strength?"

The system explained, [Indeed, and accurately speaking, he is not a phantom plant of a single vine, but an assembly of Cannibal Ghost Vines.]

[Regarding any vine he spawns, if he chooses, he can seize those newly born consciousnesses, rging those new vines with him to amplify his power.]

[Thus, strictly speaking, the current Fu Teng is not the previous Fu Teng; they are different main vines sharing mories, thus can either be considered as one entity or separate individuals.]

Shen Tang pondered thoughtfully, calmly observing the scene before her.

After devouring his prey, Fu Teng ticulously cleaned up, discarding uneaten bones far away, tidying his domain in preparation for the next ensnared prey.

Swiftly, the scene shifted, evolving over an indeterminate tifra. The notoriety of Dead Fern Swamp spread far and wide; no Beastman who entered ever survived to return.

Encountering Beastn was increasingly rare now.

The local flora and fauna were nearly consud by Fu Teng; he awaited new prey in vain, eventually tiring of disguising himself out of sheer boredom.

The Dead Fern Swamp’s environnt grew harsher, the flourished flora withered under Fu Teng’s tending. The ground turned an opaque, damp black-red hue, with overpowering stench so dense it stung the air, nearly chokingly suffocating.

The evergreen tree rooted deeply in this tainted earth, verdant vines waved like willow branches in the wind, mantled by varying sizes of prey wrapped into thick cocoons. From afar, this scene was dreadfully uncanny.

Shen Tang understood why Fu Teng detested this harsh environnt; the Death Forbidden Land fostered many venomous creatures, but it also hindered their growth.

Without enemies, unleashed creatures would wreak havoc externally.

Yet, she was curious how such an exceptional creature as Fu Teng ca into existence?

Did the Death Forbidden Land evolve on its own, or were there other reasons?

A tall, slender silhouette appeared not far away.

It was Necro, long unseen.

He seed just to have erged from a fierce battle, body riddled with wounds, blood soaking his clothes.

Fu Teng didn’t expect anyone in this desolate place, instantly becoming energized. Slling the faint sweetness of the blood in the air made him shiver with excitent.

Fu Teng rapidly transford into a lovely female, swaying forward to greet him.

"A handso and powerful male~ I was abandoned here, trapped for days with no escape. As long as you can lead out, I’ll let you devour ~"

Fu Teng extended a long, jade-like hand, stroking his chest, fingers sliding down slowly, with enticing allure in her exquisite brows and eyes, "Or...let devour you."

Necro grasped her hand suddenly, his icy gaze like a blade struck her, leaving her shivering.

"Oh, such a personality, quite exhilarating!" Fu Teng remarked, leaning in to lick the blood off his face, her eyes suddenly excitedly flashing scarlet.

Just as she was about to tear off her disguise, transforming her true form to engulf him.

Boom—

Necro suddenly clutched her neck, hurling her to the ground, creating a deep pit in a human shape.