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In an instant, a sharp crack echoed in my ears. I quickly turned to look, only to see the vines wrapped around Death Apostle's neck had snapped. He struggled to free his hands and feet, but the vines were incredibly sturdy. No matter how hard he fought, it was futile; instead, as he moved more vigorously, the flying leaves cut into his skin, leaving behind numerous wounds.
In a moment of desperation, Yao Long called out his name, "Death Apostle, don't move!" At the same time, he infused blood into his weapon once more. Instantly, four arrows made of fresh blood shot out, severing the vines that bound Death Apostle's limbs one by one. As soon as the last vine fell away, Death Apostle's legs buckled, and he collapsed to the ground. Seeing this, I shouted at him, "Don't stay out there! Come back!"
Hearing my voice, Death Apostle hurriedly conjured a mass of Soul Threads from his body in an attempt to protect himself. However, before the Soul Threads could form a barrier, they were all cut down by the sharp leaves.
"If this continues, he'll be torn to pieces!" I thought as I raised Jiang Ling, ready to stab it into my own chest.
Li Zhisheng quickly grabbed my hand. "Don't panic; I have a plan." With that, he launched a pre-gathered Black Sphere towards Death Apostle.
As I watched the Black Sphere fly straight toward Death Apostle, a chill ran down my spine. "Are you trying to kill him?!"
"This power isn't enough to take his life..."
Before he finished speaking, the Black Sphere exploded just a few feet in front of Death Apostle, sending up a cloud of black smoke. The force of the blast pushed Death Apostle back into the elevator.
"Mr. Death, are you okay?!" Yao Long asked with concern as he looked at Death Apostle lying nearby.
"I'm fine; thanks to your quick reactions, otherwise I might not have made it..." Death Apostle replied. Feeling something unusual in his body, he hurriedly lifted his shirt.
The moment I saw his torso, both he and I were taken aback. "Why do you have so many eyes growing on you?!" I exclaimed in shock.
Death Apostle panicked as well. "I don't know! Could it be from those leaves earlier...?"
I stared at the dozens of closed eyes on his chest and turned to Li Zhisheng. "Do you know what this is?"
Li Zhisheng shook his head helplessly; it seemed this was also his first encounter with such a thing.
"Do you feel anything unusual in your body right now?" I asked Death Apostle.
"There's nothing special about it; I can only feel these Demonic Marks growing on me..." He freed one hand, attempting to pry off those eyes. Just as he touched them, the eyes suddenly opened wide.
Yao Long exclaimed, "What kind of eyes are these? They look more like mouths that resemble eyes!"
Inside the opened eyes were sharp barbs, and one quickly clamped down on Death Apostle's finger. Death Apostle let out a cry and instinctively pulled his hand back, but it was too late; a chunk of flesh had already been bitten off by the spiked eye.
After biting off a piece of flesh, the eye began to chew as if savoring a delicious dish.
Death Apostle covered his bleeding finger and urgently said to me, "Shen Xu, give me your sword!"
Realizing what he intended to do, I immediately guessed his plan and replied seriously, "No way. In this situation, if you do that, you might lose too much blood. Try using your Soul Threads to see if you can extract those Demonic Marks from within."
After hearing this, Death Apostle nodded and closed his eyes, seemingly concentrating on controlling his Soul Threads.
Seeing this scene, no one dared to speak; we all quietly watched Death Apostle...
Time passed second by second. Outside, the wind howled fiercely, even intensifying further. Many fallen leaves were blown to my feet. I bent down to pick up one leaf and examined it closely.
Upon closer inspection, I found that the surface of the leaf was covered with countless fine hairs. When those hairs touched my fingers, they pierced into my skin, startling me into quickly tearing off the leaf that had attached itself to my finger and tossing it aside.
Coincidentally, the leaf I discarded floated next to Yao Long. He curiously picked it up and glanced at it before immediately throwing it aside in shock. "So it's this... How did this thing end up here?!"
Noticing that Yao Long seemed to know the origins of this item, I thought to myself that understanding it might lead us to a solution... so I asked, "Do you know what this is?"
"I only know that there was once a master who used curses; he invented a type of Gu Poison. When this poison was applied to the land, any flowers or plants that grew from it would become man-eating plants and could even parasitize human bodies. I think Mr. Death might have been affected by this Gu Poison."
As soon as Yao Long finished speaking, we heard Death Apostle cough several times and spit out dozens of yellow bean-sized objects from his mouth. At the same time, the eye-like parasites on his body began to gradually peel away.
Death Apostle paused for a moment and said, "That was close. If it weren't for your reminder, Shen Xu, I might have really been killed by this thing..."
"Does that mean this thing can be removed?"
Death Apostle nodded. "It can be removed with Soul Threads, but I'm not sure about other methods... By the way, have you figured out how to leave this layer?"
I thought for a moment and replied, "Just now, Yao Long used Gu Technique to create this. So as long as we find the central point where this Gu Technique is set up and destroy it, we should be able to leave this layer..."
"That's true, but right now, aside from Mr. Death, none of us can get out for even a moment, let alone find the location of the Gu Technique," Yao Long sighed.
I smiled slightly. "Don't forget, I can also go out..."
Upon hearing this, Death Apostle wanted to stop me. "But what if..."
I waved my hand to interrupt him. "There is no 'what if.' Among everyone here, only I can go out without being harmed by those damn leaves or hindered by the vines on the ground. If any of you were to go out, it would likely be a matter of life and death..."
With that, Death Apostle tightened his grip on the talisman in his hand. "Then it has to be this way. But you must be careful; don't overuse your strength..."
I nodded in understanding and asked Yao Long what the insect looked like and if there were any distinguishing features.
"I've only heard about it; I've never actually seen it. As for what it looks like, I have no idea..."
Li Zhisheng became somewhat worried upon hearing Yao Long. "If we don't even know what it looks like, how can we search for it? I might as well flatten this place to save time."
I chuckled. "I believe you have that capability, but even if you want to take action, you'll need to get outside first. You can't unleash your power in the elevator, so the safest method is still for me to go..." With that, I motioned for Li Zhisheng to step aside and completely opened the door.
Standing at the doorway with my hands gripping Jiang Ling, I took a deep breath and bit my lip before plunging the sword in. In an instant, all the leaves swirling outside came to a halt before my eyes.
I had no time to think further and immediately drew Jiang Ling, channeling my strength into my legs to achieve the fastest speed possible.
I raced forward, Jiang Ling slicing through the surrounding leaves as I went...
In a moment, I had no idea how far I had run; the elevator behind me had long vanished from sight, and the towering trees flashed past me. "What the hell does that cursed creature look like?" I anxiously glanced around.
Just as I was distracted, a massive tree suddenly appeared directly in front of me. It was at least dozens of times thicker than the surrounding trees. Realizing I couldn't dodge in time, I instinctively raised my sword and struck.
A flurry of blade light flashed by, and the trunk of the massive tree was instantly reduced to countless splinters. But just as I passed through the tree, time seemed to freeze...
With a thunderous crash, the tree whose trunk I had severed came crashing down. I thought to myself, "This is it..." and prepared to close my eyes and wait for death.
At that moment, a voice from within me called out, "Void Spirit, what are you doing? Planning to take a nap in the Cursed Realm?" Upon hearing this, I felt something unusual; I realized I could not feel the wind at all.
"Could it be that time has not resumed yet?" I muttered to myself as I slowly opened my eyes, only to see leaves falling from the massive tree behind me.
"Could that raging wind be Tornado?!" I thought, looking up at the sky. In the distance, the leaves were indeed spiraling upwards, and the reason there was no wind where I stood was likely because I was in the eye of the storm.
"Finally, someone is here to help me..." A delicate female voice came from behind me.
I turned to look back and saw a woman in a white dress standing by a tree with her back to me.
"Who are you?! Did you create this Cursed Realm?" I asked, gripping Jiang Ling tightly in caution, ready to strike.
The woman did not turn around; she calmly replied, "This place is not something I created... I only hope you can destroy it..."
Hearing her use "you," I guessed that this place likely wasn't her creation after all. She might be the one who had been secretly helping us all along.
“Are you also trapped here?”
The woman said nothing, merely nodding silently. From her silhouette, she appeared somewhat lonely and desolate.
“Well, if you want us to help you, at least let me know what happened. Otherwise, we won’t know where to start.”
With a long sigh, she replied, “This is a long story, and it’s not convenient to explain now. You will understand once you meet him…”
“Then how can we leave this layer and meet the ‘him’ you mentioned?” I asked, feeling a bit impatient.
At that moment, the woman slowly turned around, her white dress swaying gently with her movement…
As she faced me, I saw blood tears streaming from her hollow eyes. “If you want to leave… you must kill me!” she suddenly went mad, roaring as she lunged toward me…
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