"It's fleeing," Xu Wuyi said suddenly.
"What?" Li Feng was taken aback.
"The main body is fleeing." Xu Wuyi looked ahead and to the left. "The root network is contracting, and its energy is massing in that direction."
No sooner had he spoken than—
"ROAR—!!!"
A low, furious roar, like the grinding of countless pieces of wood, echoed from deep within the forest!
The entire Rotting Swamp Forest seemed to come alive.
The ground began to tremble as innumerable vines burst from the soil, thrashing wildly.
The surrounding trees began to twist and tilt, their bark cracking open to reveal dark red, flesh-like tissue within.
The miasma thickened rapidly, the grayish-white fog becoming almost tangible.
"It's enraged!" Li Feng's expression changed. "Get ready to fight!"
Han Qingqing immediately raised her Compound Crossbow, aiming in the direction of the roar.
Xu Wuyi, however, remained calm.
He recalled the lingering flame from his palm and tightened his grip on his spear.
