Though the scent was as faint as a strand of silk, after growing accustomed to the rich odor of rot all around, it stood out starkly.
'Something seems to be wrong outside!'
'Dig!'
Xiao Chen immediately snatched up his Flying Sword and hacked at the gray-brown ancient vine before him.
"CLANG!"
The sound of metal striking stone rang out.
It was as if he hadn't struck a dead vine, but a wall of solid steel forged from Refined Iron.
"CLINK!"
He shifted his position and stabbed again, but the result was the same.
It wasn't just the area around the opening that was tough; all the ancient vines were as if cast from bronze and forged from iron.
They were nearly as tough as an ordinary Defensive Spiritual Artifact.
Seeing this, Xiao Chen simply put away his Flying Sword, grabbed a dead vine with his bare hands, and snapped it with all his might.
"SNAP!"
