Blore, however, remained calm and motionless.

The voice continued to tell Blore to move, but he would not move.

The voice suddenly changed from being angry to happy, and shouted in a sharp voice: "Hehehe, you are going to die, you are going to die." If the sound could be turned into substance, it would probably have crushed the tree.

"I'll keep you from leaving, I'll keep you from leaving..." the voice hummed joyfully. Blore stared nervously at the fallen figure. Suddenly, Green-Eye's body began to twitch and swell violently, as if countless worms were wriggling beneath its skin. Finally, with a dull thud, pale green mycelium slowly emerged from the pile of broken mushrooms.

The hyphae began to tumble and tangle, devouring each other, gradually forming one ball after another. They grew recklessly, one after another, constantly dividing and multiplying. Blore's eyes widened, and a sense of foreboding welled up in his heart.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, he yanked out the red knife stuck in the ground, turned, and ran away. As he ran, he felt a sinister and sticky aura creeping up his back, as if someone was whispering and laughing in his ear.

The mycelium behind him stopped growing and quickly gathered together to form a huge sphere. This sphere was like a ferocious beast, crushing towards the fleeing Broll.

The voice followed him like a shadow, whispering in Blore's ear with a voice that was sometimes sharp and sometimes sweet. Blore frowned in disgust. The ball behind him just crushed him straight, causing Blore to be distracted to avoid the falling tree.

Blore took a deep breath, then suddenly climbed up a tree. His mental strength was concentrated to the extreme in an instant, and the red dagger that was originally only half a meter long actually became several inches longer in an instant.

"Hey, what are you doing? What are you doing?" A sharp voice suddenly sounded in Blore's ears. The voice was so penetrating that it made Blore's brain start buzzing.

As time went on, the sound became sharper and sharper, like sharp needles piercing Blore's ears. When the ball was about to reach the tree, the sound seemed to want to pierce Blore directly, and the intensity of the sound reached an unprecedented height.

Blore's head felt like it had been struck by a sledgehammer. With a buzzing sound, he lost all sense of hearing. Blood flowed from six of his orifices. Even though his vision was stained red, his mental strength continued to surge.

At the last second before the mycelium ball was about to reach the bottom of the tree, Broll jumped down from the tree without hesitation. The red knife in his hand flashed with dazzling light, wrapped in extremely sharp purple lightning and mysterious golden runes.

These runes surrounded Broll, forming a powerful shield. His mental power instantly exploded, transforming into a powerful force that blended with the purple light and lingered around the red blade.

Then, Blore swung the red knife in his hand and chopped it hard at the mycelium ball.