Spatial Trap

However, just as Chen Cheng backed away, intending to retreat first, his heel stepped on that soft, squishy mass from before again.

That truly made Chen Cheng's skin crawl. Those soft, squishy things were both in front of and behind him. Had he already been surrounded by the monsters in here?

Damn it.

Chen Cheng cursed inwardly, then slowly drew back the foot he had moved behind him.

No, he had to think of a way immediately. It was pitch-black, and he couldn't see anything. Who knew whether he had already been surrounded by these things? Before long, these damned things would swallow him whole.

At that moment, Chen Cheng couldn't help thinking of the gelatinous monsters from certain horror movies in his previous life.

He did not want to die here so unjustly.

Chen Cheng searched around his person and produced an empty waterskin.

He wondered whether the monsters had targeted him because of the sounds he had made earlier. Perhaps the creatures in here had been drawn in by his voice.

He was no biology professor, but he knew that creatures living in a place where one could not see one's own hand before one's face had vision that was almost completely degraded. They generally relied on other senses to perceive the outside world.

Chen Cheng threw out the waterskin in his hand. It hit the ground with a dull bang, and Chen Cheng prepared himself for a sonic attack at any moment.

However, the sonic attack never came. Instead, something soft and slippery leaped onto his shoulder.

That nearly scared Chen Cheng out of his wits.

He immediately raised the divine sword in his hand and slashed at the thing on his shoulder.

But the thing that had crawled onto him seemed able to see Chen Cheng's