As Mo Ling was trapped in the loop of fear…
The stench of corruption grew heavier. Although the gray-green raindrops couldn't penetrate Xiaozhi's barrier, they made the air increasingly foul. Li Luo and Zhou Dynasty instinctively covered their mouths and noses.
The bizarre, corrupting totem continued to scatter maggots and dust, showing no signs of stopping.
"Corruption isn't supposed to have a physical body," Zhou Dynasty said, looking at the totem in confusion. "Why would it form a totem and use maggots and dust to spread itself?"
He squatted down and poked the writhing maggots with a stick.
When the stick crushed a maggot, it burst open, releasing a puff of the same gray-green dust. The dust landed on the ground and spread rapidly, like fungal hyphae.
Zhou Dynasty looked in the direction the maggots were crawling from, then scanned the surrounding area.
