Published: February 11, 2025
A gigantic sculpted giant raised a stone ball in its hand and continuously smashed it against the ground. However, its movements grew slower as more and more vines and green grass wrapped around its body.
Surrounding the sculpture was a considerable expanse of ruins, colorful remnants where one could occasionally discern the shapes of their previous forms. It could have been a row of beautiful metal fences or a gracefully designed telephone booth.
Wen Huan slowly opened his eyes, completely covered in green moss, with vibrant flowers on his head.
Wen Hui looked at her brother with some concern.
Others might not understand, but she knew that the Plant Master bloodline was extraordinarily special; it was the most powerful bloodline she had ever seen, bar none. Once activated, it was a bloodline that could almost never stop existing. As long as one wished, it could remain forever.
Many who had experienced it would jokingly say that it was not just a Plant Master, but the God of Plants.
Indeed, this bloodline, once activated, could automatically generate seeds that, under Wen Huan's control, would rapidly become mutated plants with various abilities. There were countless numbers of these mutated plants that obeyed commands in battle.
One could say that after Wen Huan activated his bloodline, he became akin to a commander, leading these mutated plant troops.
The rapid development of the wasteland was directly related to this characteristic of Wen Huanâs bloodline because he could utilize the âSea of Plantsâ tactic at any time.
Especially after he had elevated his bloodline to another level, he received a greater variety of seeds, and the activated mutated plants became stronger. The wasteland's development and his personal strength accelerated onto the fast track.
The City of Colors was challenging because anything might turn into a monster, or perhaps not; even a brick underfoot could be an enemy or maybe it wouldn't.
This situation, where everyone was a potential enemy, made it hard to defend against. Wen Huan chose a blunt approach of smashing through, which might seem foolish, but it was undoubtedly the right choice.
Wen Hui's concerns did not stem from a fear of being unable to defeat the monsters here, but rather because she knew the weakness of the Plant Master bloodline.
Outside, this weakness wasnât much of a concern, but here, she truly felt uncertain.
Fortunately, she received a steady gaze from her brother, which reassured her.
At the same time, she knew that nothing could stop the wasteland any longer, and achieving a 100% completion rate here was just a matter of time.
That Nalan Battle Team really didn't know their place. A cold smile crept onto Wen Hui's lips as she thought of some wicked ideas.
She had always been a petty-minded citizen, and even after becoming powerful, this mentality didnât change much. She even felt that she had the power to be calculating... reckless and unpunished.
Although she had already categorized that small force daring to compete with the wasteland as garbage destined to be buried in the dust of history, as a small-minded woman, Wen Hui still pulled out the nameplate to take a look.
Upon seeing it, her expression changed slightly.
The completion rate of the entire City of Colors had increased to over 14%, a rise of more than 4% compared to before. The wasteland's own completion rate had surpassed 10%, and combined with the previously departed forces, it was just below 13%.
If one only looked at this data, the wasteland could undoubtedly take pride in it, having completed nearly 3% of the completion rate in a short timeâthis was already half of what they had achieved previously, yet it required minimal time.
However, it was this total completion rate of over 12% that made Wen Hui's expression change because subtracting that from the total completion rate left over 1% that neither they nor the previously departed forces had completed.
Instead, it was the Nalan Battle Team and an organization called âThreeâs Companyâ that had completed it.