Just by looking at the size of this "Turnip Spirit" in front of them,
it was as massive as a small warehouse.
However, it wasn’t long before
an interesting change occurred before Ronald and his team.
After being forcibly pulled out of the ground by a spell, this "Turnip Spirit" didn’t use its mobility or size to continue attacking; instead, it just collapsed on the ground, seemingly gasping for breath.
It was as though, once it was separated from the earth, all its ability to move and its sense of self vanished.
"Sir, let me go check on it."
At that moment, Costate took over the next step.
The maid bowed slightly to Ronald and then walked indifferently towards the "Turnip Spirit."
The creature on the ground was still completely motionless.
Even though Costate had slowly walked up to it and was just within touching distance, it still showed no response.
After waiting quietly for a few seconds, the maid then turned her gaze toward Ronald,
"Sir, may I handle it?"
Costate’s look clearly conveyed her intention.
Since Ronald, the master, was present, she hoped for his command on such critical actions.
Ronald merely raised his hand decisively.
Seeing this gesture, the maid then bent down, reaching out and pressing her hand onto the body of the "Turnip Spirit."
The hand that seemed to touch randomly was covered with a layer of magic the next second.
With Costate’s action, Ronald felt something vitally important being extracted from the already weakened "Turnip Spirit."
Costate, of course, felt nothing from her own spell.
Having achieved her goal, the maid quickly returned naturally to Ronald,
"Sir, this creature wasn’t directly affected by the original text but was mutated by a spreading spell that intervened."
"Intervened by a spell directly..."
"If I remember correctly, the outburst of the original text didn’t appear as a spell formation, did it?"
In the few instances Ronald had witnessed,
the outburst of the original text usually involved the text itself releasing potent magic and interfering with the surrounding objects directly, without transforming into a spell form.
Could this outburst of the original text...
Have brought some unprecedented new changes?
Facing Ronald’s query, Costate slightly shook her head,
"Sir, there’s no information on the spell caster in this creature’s memory. To get more specific details, we must continue to investigate deeper into Yizi Forest."
"I understand, let’s continue."
The situation at hand left no room for consideration.
Ronald nodded slightly, and the two of them left the area to continue deep into the forest.
About a hundred meters away from the "Turnip Spirit" corpse,
the conditions as they moved forward seemed somewhat better.
Although there were still various changes in life forms, none were as large or varied as that creature.
Ronald had a vague hunch.
The "Turnip Spirit" they had just dealt with was likely the top predator of this area’s food chain. After the original text lost control, some of the other stronger yet not as resilient mutated lives around might have been consumed by that Turnip Spirit.
A new forest environment, unknown ecological changes.
Even though the evolution of life deep within Yizi Forest hadn’t yet reached the stage prophesied by Costate, even a glimpse from this small corner revealed how perilous the future could be.
Then the question arose.
The humans dwelling in Yizi Forest.
Would they undergo some corresponding special changes?
Contemplating these issues.
A mark shone on Ronald’s right hand, and he recited a practiced spell:
The black water flows downward, to the dim and rugged cliff base..."
The scouting effect of "Fury" immediately expanded, bringing a vast area of the forest under Ronald’s surveillance.
The timing of this exploration brought useful information.
This time, after maximizing the scope of his scouting, Ronald actually discovered something.
Several kilometers to the northwest of their location.
He detected signs of human activity!
This position was slightly off from the direction they had initially planned to explore, but it didn’t completely deviate from their objective.
Ronald immediately made a decision:
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"There are signs of people there."
Costate had no objections to Ronald’s command.
Nodding in agreement, the two of them sped off in the northwest direction.
This time, unlike their cautious exploration upon entering the forest, both of them subtly increased their pace due to having a clear target.
An outrageous scene unfolded within the forest.
Ronald, with his robust physical condition, brashly advanced through the forest, shielded by protective spells. Almost nothing in front of him could hinder him for more than a second.
A composed maid radiated an invisible air barrier, pushing away everything around her while also helping Costate accelerate.
Although she couldn’t quite compare to Ronald’s state.
She still steadily kept up behind him.
Such a powerful method of advancement made them look like two chariots racing through the forest, even forcibly clearing two walkable paths.
Under these circumstances.
A distance of several kilometers was gone in a flash.
As they slowed down their rapid pace and lowered their voices to approach the target location, the situation there came into view.
First was a middle-aged man dressed in a garment woven from grass.
At that moment, he was leaningly exhaustedly against a thick tree. A prominent wound on his left shoulder caught the eye, with blood already soaking his clothes.
However, a gentle magic fluctuation faintly emanated from this man.
He was a Caster, and was treating his wound.
Beside the man, a little girl, seemingly no older than ten, clung tightly to the corner of the man’s woven garment, desperately holding back her tears.
A clearly evident scene.
Situated in Yizi Forest, this Caster was protecting the little girl beside him. Due to the changes in the forest, he was now seriously injured.
Ronald and Costate observed the pair from a distance.
It was at that moment, the man treating his wound suddenly stopped his actions and fiercely looked up in Ronald’s direction:
"Who! Who is out there?"