Not long after, a figure appeared in front of Guan Muxi - it was An Zeyan.
At this moment, he was bending over, holding a strange flower tightly in his hands, trying his best to pull it out.
This flower is more than one meter tall, and its roots are extremely thick and deeply rooted in the ground, looking like an unshakable small hill.
Even the strong An Zeyan seemed to have a hard time trying to pull it out.
Looking more closely, the petals of this flower are bright red, dazzling like a burning flame.
The most eye-catching thing is the green poisonous gas that continuously emerges from the center of the pistil.
These poisonous gases spread out and blended with the surrounding air, forming a thick poisonous fog. There was no doubt that the poisonous fog in this forest came from here.
An Zeyan was originally busy and focused on the task at hand, when suddenly, a subtle sound reached his sensitive ears.
He subconsciously turned his head, his eyes just landing on the figure that had just arrived. A hint of surprise and reproach appeared on his face: "You're here? Didn't you say you would wait for me obediently?"
As he spoke, he slowly stopped the restless movements in his hands and turned his gaze completely to Guan Muxi, with a look of both confusion and concern in his eyes.
Guan Muxi squatted down, frowning slightly, and asked, "Why are you pulling it out with your hands? Why don't you use spiritual power? It's so tiring!"
An Zeyan looked up at Guan Muxi and continued to struggle against the stubborn roots while explaining, "The roots of this poison are intricately intertwined. If you rashly use your spiritual power, you might be able to cut them off immediately, but it won't be possible to completely eliminate them. It won't be long before they grow back, and then it will be even more difficult to deal with."
As he spoke, An Zeyan pointed to the flowers that he had successfully plucked.
Once these flowers left the soil that nourished them, they immediately lost their vitality, quickly becoming shriveled and yellow, as if they had experienced the vicissitudes of time in an instant.
Guan Muxi looked at the withered flowers and nodded to show that she understood.
An Zeyan then continued, "So we still have to use this stupid method to pull out all the roots first. After making sure there are no residues left, we can use spiritual power to purify this land."
"Let me see if there's any poison gas attack."
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