The raging energy stream churned various mushrooms into liquid, mixed with old corpses to brew a delicious mushroom meat soup, surging towards the train.
The armed train shook violently, with slight bends appearing at the connection of the compartments, and the train head gradually retreated. However, the tall figure on the roof stood unwavering like a rocky outcrop, with energy patterns faintly visible below its collar.
"Seems like... I put in too much force?"
The train captain scratched his somewhat disheveled hair, feeling slightly embarrassed.
Unfortunately, no one could answer him.
As the storm calmed down a bit, Su Huan spread the "pan-energy perception" forward. Thanks to the previous explosion, the suppression of his perception by the mushroom forest had greatly reduced, allowing him to cover an area of three kilometers.
The vast majority of pan-energy reactions had disappeared, but there were still scattered around, adding up to more than a thousand.
