Xiang Beifei surveyed the ground covered with Ghost King Flowers. Each Ghost King Flower looked pure and innocent; although they were large, they seemed harmless to humans and animals. The tender petals appeared delicate, with tiny blue bees gathering nectar from them.
If one hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would believe that these could actually be the formidable Man-eating Flowers.
Li Qianluo carefully walked to a leaf as large as a bedsheet and lifted it, revealing a bloody severed hand beneath!
This hand belonged to the Yi Tribe member who had just been enveloped by the giant flower—his arm had still been sticking out of the petals when the soft petals cleanly sliced it off at the elbow.
"It's from the Six-toed Race."
Li Qianluo examined the severed hand.
