After the Red Mist dispersed, the devastation it had concealed was fully revealed.
The cracked ground did not recover, and the originally smooth surface was now fissured with lines, covered with small holes.
The Blood Patterned Vines killed by Xu Xin, and the Thorned Vines that died in mutual conflict, lay in pieces on the fractured ground.
The scene before him strongly resembled land ravaged by war.
Xu Xin attempted to step forward. Sure enough, without the cover of the Red Mist, there were no longer those strange underground creatures emerging.
Kicking at the vine underfoot, Xu Xin discovered that these vines hadn't become brittle, not shattering with just a kick.
"Fresh vines?" Xu Xin's eyes lit up.
He squatted down and gripped the broken vine, pulling it upwards.
