Inside the unusually muddy Cloud Marsh, rain kept pouring down. Li Huowang led the others, charging forward with difficulty along paths barely walkable.
The deeper they went, the more perilous it became—endless Dharma Sect followers emerged from all sorts of unexpected places.
Besides these people, Li Huowang also spotted those lopsided human figures. They looked varied in shape, yet they weren't statues; inside their bodies squirmed green worms.
Even stranger, their lower halves weren't separate—like wood, long roots grew underneath them, stretching through the earth, intertwined with each other.
With more and more of these figures around, Li Huowang felt as if he were trapped within the Dharma Sect's all-encompassing net. Though they didn't move, he always felt they might spring to life any moment.
Suddenly, Li Huowang's legs stuck in the mire came to a halt. Clearly, this was a trap; moving forward would mean stepping right into the enemy's snare.
