Fortunately, although the vegetation in the Holy Mountain Depths was extraordinarily dense.
There were no large Totem Beasts powerful enough to threaten the orcish experts.
This was because the space within the Holy Mountain was extremely unstable. Large Totem Beasts over a hundred arm-spans long were often torn to pieces by Space Fissures.
Thus, the natives that had thrived here for thousands of years were mostly small Totem Beasts such as snakes, insects, rats, and ants.
Though they heard the commotion in the center of the valley, these snakes, insects, rats, and ants poked their heads out from rock crevices and underground, cautiously spying on the Tiger King's hunting party.
But the thick, pungent stench of blood emanating from the orc warriors, along with the shattered, mud-like remains of the "Anglers" strewn across the swamp and cliff faces, all warned the snakes, insects, rats, and ants that the farther they stayed from these fierce Jackals, Wolves, Tigers, and Leopards, the better.
Therefore, the stretch of road submerged beneath the swamp was crossed without danger, though not without alarm.
Although the swamp gradually deepened, and the hunters often had to wade laboriously through mud up to their waists.
They never awakened a single Evil Energy Puppet wreck, nor did they encounter a second party of reckless "Anglers."
And so, after trekking through the depths of the valley for more than half a Ke Shi.
The valley gradually widened.
The mountains on both sides parted once more, revealing a vast expanse of gray, hazy sky.
The trumpet-shaped valley mouth was close at hand. The mud was also gradually becoming shallower, and the Evil Energy Puppet wrecks embedded within it were sparse, no longer as densely packed as they had been in the center of the valley.
"Jackal" Kanus told everyone that once