The unusually muddy terrain of Yunze was still relentlessly assaulted by the rain, as Li Huowang led the others along the barely navigable paths, pushing forward with difficulty.
The deeper they went, the more perilous it became, with followers of the Dharma Sect emerging incessantly from all kinds of unexpected places.
Beyond these followers, Li Huowang also noticed those haphazardly positioned figures. They seemed to come in all shapes and sizes, yet they were not statues; inside them writhed green worms.
What was more peculiar was that underneath them was not a solid foundation but rather elongated roots, like those of trees, interconnecting in the mud—these roots were connected to one another.
As these figure-like entities became more numerous, Li Huowang felt as if he were trapped in the Dharma Sect's inescapable net. Although they were motionless, Li Huowang had the constant feeling they might start moving at any time.
