Shush! Shush!...
Underground, one by one, blood-red vines crazily burst out, entangling the corpses and devouring their blood.
"Could this be the Bloodthirsty Vine? It seems that the powerful warriors of the Yori Tribe have rushed in."
"This must be the place left by the ancient ancestors of the Yori Tribe, there must be hidden treasures inside, let's rush in too!"
Some disciples of the Mystic Origin Sword Sect also hurriedly rushed inside.
Of course, some with weaker cultivation, like those at the Great Martial Master First Realm and Second Realm, were apprehensive of the frantically dancing Bloodthirsty Vines and did not recklessly charge forward.
Those who did rush out were all at the Great Martial Master Third Realm and above, there were more than ten of them.
Marshall Morgan's eyes flickered, and he followed suit.
Swoosh swoosh...
Instantly, blood-red vines, like blood-red lightning bolts, moved to entangle Marshall Morgan.
