: 155. True · Never-ending Blooms<div>


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    Dong, dong, dong…”


    The Polluted Angel fervently smacked the culture tank.


    After approximately two minutes, the ss cover of the culture tank finally could not bear the burden, cracking and shattering with a cracking sound akin to the snapping of a bamboo pole.


    Culture fluid mixed with ss shards sshed all over the ground. A bare foot stepped on the ground, sshing water up to two meters high.


    There were a total of 51 culture tanks in the greenhouse, corresponding to 51 Polluted Angels.<div>


    The Polluted Angels almost simultaneously broke free from the constraints of the culture tanks, arriving on the liquid-covered floor.


    Nnd Lee was hiding beneath the base of the culture tank. He looked at the feet sshing in the water, holding his breath, feeling somewhat anxious.


    He had not yet deconstructed these Polluted Angels, but he reckoned that such tall beings,parable to small hills, possessed extraordinary perceptual abilities. He was not confident whether the skeleton he had transformed into, and the ck Bone Robe draped over his body, could help himpletely evade the detection of the Polluted Angels.


    Nnd Lee’s luck was good.


    The Polluted Angels walked barefooted, not lingering around the base where Nnd Lee was hiding. They headed towards the wall of the Fissure Corridor.


    “Dong, dong, dong, dong…”


    The first Polluted Angel to reach the wall clenched its fists and struck the wall made of stone bricks. The Polluted Angels simply swung their clenched fists, and clear fist prints appeared on the wall.


    “Dong, dong, dong, dong…”


    More and more Polluted Angels gathered by the wall of the Fissure Corridor. They swung their arms and hammered their strong, pendulum-like fists forward.


    The stone bricks shattered, and the wall copsed. Pitch-ck corridors appeared on the wall.


    For an ordinary human being like Nnd Lee who was less than two meters tall, the corridors of the Fissure Corridor were quite spacious, enough to drive a vehicle inside.


    Nevertheless, for the Polluted Angels standing more than a hundred meters tall, these corridors merely resembled mouse holes, barely big enough to fit a fist.<div>


    These Polluted Angels seemed to have received an unspoken summons. Aiming at the beehive coal-like wall, they relentlessly swung their fists, forcibly creating a tunnel over a hundred meters high and at least ten meters wide.


    Walking and smashing as they went. Their fists collided with the stone bricks, generating booming sounds, and the shattered stone bricks rolled onto the ground. The harsh noise gradually subsided as the Polluted Angels moved further away, restoring tranquillity within the greenhouse.


    Most of the Polluted Angels had already left the greenhouse. They left through a huge hole in front of the corridor, disappearing into the pitch-ck corridor.


    Only a few Polluted Angels sluggishly destroying the culture tanks were left behind, and they had just barely managed to shatter the ss cover.


    Stepping on the ss shards in the water on the floor, they moved towards the hole on the wall one step at a time.


    Nnd Lee observed this group of straggling Polluted Angels, his eyes shing with an idea.


    Assuming the hardness of the ss covers of the culture tanks is roughly the same, then the Polluted Angels that managed to shatter the ss covers first evidently possess stronger physical bodies. As for these Angels who took more time to shatter the ss covers, could their physical strength be somewhat weaker?


    Nnd Lee thought for a moment, scanned the area, and locked his gaze on the Polluted Angel whose movements were the slowest.


    He nned to find a solitary Polluted Angel and test its strength.


    In such matters, it’s best to “pick on the weak”. This Polluted Angel trailing behind the group, whose steps seemed somewhat uncertain, was undoubtedly the best test subject.


    When all the other Polluted Angels entered the cave, leaving only that Angel lingering in the greenhouse, Nnd Lee seized the opportunity and cast the “Cripple Spell” and “Fear Spell”.


    Transparent Magic Lock Chains, as expected, appeared on the twin feet of the Polluted Angel, but the chains quickly disintegrated under the wide and thick soles,sting less than a second.<div>


    Seeing this, Nnd Lee was not surprised.


    After all, the Polluted Angels are giant creatures over a hundred meters tall. If they could be so easily incapacitated by the “Cripple Spell”, what would be the point of growing so big?


    The effect of the “Fear Spell”, however, somewhat surprised Nnd Lee.


    [System Message:]


    [Due to suppression by life level and body size, the duration of the “Cripple Spell” has been reduced to 0.6 second.]


    [As the target does not have a sense of fear, the fear effect of the “Fear Spell” did not take effect normally.]


    [The actual effect of the “Fear Spell” has been converted to “Intimidation”,sting around 2 seconds.]


    Intimidation…


    Nnd Lee recalled.


    When he used the “Fear Spell” on the Aberrations, the fear effect was also transformed into an intimidation effect.


    It appears that creatures with a Carnal Body polluted by the “Blood Sun Seal” would all be intimidated by the “Fear Spell” and forced to stand still.


    Nnd Lee seized the opportunity, transforming into a white skull and flying out from beneath the base of the culture tank.<div>


    He quickly scanned the greenhouse.


    There was indeed only one Polluted Angel here, and there were no other Angels present.


    In that case, let’s test out the power of magic.


    Nnd Lee pulled out his magic wand and pointed it at the Polluted Angel standing still.


    He went all out from start.


    Swinging the wand continuously, dozens of ck lightning bolts about half a meter wide shot out,nding squarely on the Polluted Angel’s body.


    “Boom, boom, boom, boom…”


    Lightning exploded, thunderous sounds filled the air, ck light shone brightly, and rotten meat sttered everywhere.


    The Polluted Angel’s body shook violently from the impact. Turning its back towards Nnd Lee, it stumbled a few steps forward before crashing onto the floor, sshing a sheet of culture fluid.


    A charred wound several inches deep appeared on the back of the Polluted Angel. This could not be better described than by skin torn and flesh ripped apart. However, what was peculiar was that not a drop of fresh blood sttered out.