Liang Yuan ignored it and continued to observe its life energy.
The burned root stem opening was now scorched and shriveled.
But because of this, the life energy could not continue to leak from there, which saved Lai Zhiyong's life.
Liang Yuan touched his chin, then looked at the yellow flower he had cut off.
The flower, having detached from the stem, was now withered.
The once vibrant petals now resembled withered human skin, turning a waxy yellow and dull.
A stench of rot even emanated from within.
Liang Yuan frowned and refrained from touching the thing.
He was unsure about what kind of mutant plant this was.
There were too many mutant organisms now, and no one knew what strange abilities these creatures had mutated into.
Liang Yuan did not want to take risks; he did not think he was invincible just because all his attributes had reached fifty points.
Faced with the unknown, he needed to maintain a certain level of vigilance.
