"Chu Feng, what on earth is going on?" Du Wanwu asked, his face filled with panic and bewilderment as he looked at everything around them.
Everything had happened too quickly. He hadn't even had time to react, unable to understand why collecting the Inheritance Gu had forced them into such a desperate situation.
"You idiot. You're the successor of the Poison Demon, for crying out loud — and you even recognized how dangerous this Gu was. Couldn't you have been a bit more careful? Who just grabs a Gu like that without any preparation?" Chu Feng asked with a trace of reproach.
"I..." Du Wanwu didn't know how to respond. He knew he had indeed been careless.
"Sigh, forget it. I can't really blame you. Not just you — even your ancestor probably never imagined that fifteen thousand years later, this place would look like this." Chu Feng sighed helplessly, then continued:
"Beneath this Gu, there are eighty-one evil spirits that have been serving as nourishment to feed it all this time. I believe all of these evil spirits were once Martial Emperor-level existences — and not ordinary Martial Emperors at that."
"Your ancestor must have assumed that when this Gu reached completion, these evil spirits would have been completely consumed. But the more powerful the Gu, the greater the risk. Over fifteen thousand years, the formation of this Gu has long since surpassed his control."
"Now, the Inheritance Gu has indeed reached completion, but these eighty-one evil spirits haven't perished — they were merely sleeping. When you disturbed the Gu just now, you caused them all to awaken."
"Evil spirits are inherently vicious, and after fifteen thousand years of being used as nourishment for the Gu, their killing intent has become overwhelming. Now that they've seen us, how could they possibly let us go?" Chu Feng couldn't help but smile bitterly. He truly hadn't expected that Du Wanwu, who was usually so composed and steady, would be this eager to obtain the Inheritance Gu today. Just because he'd failed to say one word, a catastrophe had unfolded.
"It's all my fault. I was too hasty. What do we do now?" Du Wanwu's face was full of regret.
"We're completely surrounded, and my Subduing Demon Incantation won't hold for long. As much as I hate leaving things to fate, right now there's truly nothing we can do."
"Our only hope is that old man won't just stand by and watch us die — that he'll step in and help us out." Chu Feng continued to smile bitterly. This feeling of waiting for death was truly unpleasant.
But right now, he could only pin all his hopes on that mysterious old man. Because if they relied on their own abilities, there was truly no way out of here.
CRACK, CRACK—
The evil spirits' assault grew increasingly ferocious, and the Subduing Demon Incantation's suppression grew weaker and weaker. Under their savage onslaught, the protective barrier Chu Feng had set up with the incantation had begun to crack apart. At this rate, they wouldn't even last a moment longer — death was certain.
"Could it be that the senior really intends to watch us die?" At this moment, Chu Feng's heart grew anxious with doubt. His greatest fear was that the mysterious old man hadn't followed them, didn't know what was happening here, or simply didn't plan to help him anymore.
Otherwise, if he were going to act, he should have done so long ago. There was no need to delay until this very moment. This was truly the most critical juncture — if he didn't act now, Chu Feng and Du Wanwu would perish here.
WRAAOO—
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM—
Suddenly, deafening rumbles erupted from outside. At the same time, those evil spirits let out heart-wrenching screams and furious roars.
Seeing this scene, both Chu Feng and Du Wanwu were overjoyed, thinking the mysterious old man had come to rescue them.
"What is this?!"
However, upon closer inspection, the two were greatly startled. There was indeed a powerful force battling those evil spirits.
But it wasn't the mysterious old man — it was an extremely ferocious power, shaped like a tree yet emanating an eerie green aura. In simple terms, it looked like a plant — a monster that had taken the form of a plant.
With a cultivation at the peak of the Half-Emperor realm, yet possessing combat power that could defy three grades above its level, no matter how ferocious the eighty-one evil spirits were, they were no match for it.
In an instant, tree vines whipped about like a tempest sweeping away the clouds. Everywhere they passed, an evil spirit was struck — and once struck, the evil spirit would shatter and be obliterated on the spot.