Chapter 1625 (1/2)

On the battlefield where the situation is rapidly changing, no one has thought that this is not the final result at all. This

Just started!

”Those yellow mists Is it poisonous? ” Alva said suspiciously.

A few seconds later, when the United tribesmen stripped the yellow mucus off their faces, they showed their faces.

Their faces are not the slightest difference, even they feel surprised, why not feel physical discomfort.

These Just mucus?

No toxicity.

People, including Baijia, were relieved at the same time.

No one hopes that there will be a large area of miasma area, which will directly affect the living environment of the upper part of the grassland.

”What is this on the ground, mushroom?”

It was clear that there was no toxin, and there was a sigh of relief.

Some people tear off the dry yellow bacterial liquid on their faces, take a step, feel the greasy feeling under the feet, and then bow their heads and wonder.

But also in this moment, that person's pupil suddenly shrinks, and then the huge fear engulfs his mind.

”These mushrooms are alive!”

In the shrill shouts, the mushroom that grows rapidly on the ground unexpectedly shoots to his body in an instant. After contacting with those yellow mucus which has not been scraped off, it seems that chemical reaction occurs.

In an instant, the Yellow spore mass swelled and spread, covering the whole body of the man.

The last sound was cut off by the spore mass, and the man kept a struggling posture, and then his body Shriveled at the speed visible to the naked eye.

Only a faint howl of pain could be heard, covered by life.

Then the soldier became a veritable plant, cultivating a humanoid.

Looking at the whole battlefield, this situation is unfolding, spreading and spreading at the same time.

In the first few seconds, life was still alive. Later, it became a sculpture with a skeleton.

The mushrooms on their bodies were pale yellow in the moonlight, and looked terrible.

As strong as Isaiah, he could not help but fight a cold war.

Such a scene had never been seen in his life.

Tens of thousands of people died at the same time, and they were squeezed out by the living plants. Just a glance made my scalp feel numb.

”Patriarch...”

”Withdraw!” Isaiah's voice was determined, and it was impossible for him to rush forward with his people.

”When brother Mufan comes back.”

”Let the people retreat!”

More than 400 people of the Chongzhou Corps began to accumulate strength again. In the sound of twisting tendons, a soldier began to rush back to the village quickly.

God knows if this yellow smoke will hit the tribal sky.

If so, I'm afraid our tribe will be destroyed.

In just two minutes, there was a sea of yellow spores in the 10000 meter battlefield.

Mu fan, on the edge of the rear of the battlefield, saw this familiar spore, and his pupil had shrunk into a needle tip.

There are even signs of freezing in the whole body.

”Saint, Luo, clan!”

Every word of the murderous words, this spore, in the civilization he came into contact with, only the Shengluo people would have it.

There is no doubt that behind the war, there is a shadow of the San Luo people.

On this planet of primitive ecology, there is the existence of the San ro people!

”It's more complicated than you think.”

Murmuring to himself, Mu fan's picture changes again.

Those sporulated humanoids

Suddenly burst!