Terror, Terror, Terror!

Time flew by. In the blink of an eye, sixteen Ruins Days had passed.

This Immortal Ruins relic had no concept of day or night. Every time they looked up at the sky, they saw nothing but blackness, or a gray-white veil of clouds and mist, forever emanating a desolate, deathly stillness.

Those so-called sixteen Ruins Days amounted to roughly two months and twelve days when converted to Spirit World time.

However, such a conversion held little meaning.

As far as the eye could see, this stretch of "heaven and earth" seemed to be slowly marching toward its final death. Ruins carpeted the land, and the environment was brutally harsh.

Yet even amid such a perilous landscape, like the ruins of the apocalypse, they occasionally saw small "oases." Countless strange and exotic plants grew within them. At times, they could also spot the grisly aftermath of vegetation being devoured and prey being hunted, along with traces of other living creatures.

On the thirteenth Ruins Day, Zhao Sheng witnessed the terrifying side of the oasis creatures for the first time.

At the time, three Eagle Puppets were clearing the way ahead, separated from one another by ten thousand zhang as they swiftly skirted the edge of an "oasis" covered in massive dark-green vines.

The attack came so suddenly that no one had time to react. Dark-green vine shadows shot up from underground one after another, and in the blink of an eye, one Demon God Eagle Puppet was dragged into the mass of vines below. Vast swathes of dark-green vines rustled and surged, piling into a mountain in an instant.

The Eagle Puppet was pinned beneath the mountain. It struggled only a few times before falling utterly still.

Zhao Sheng was secretly shaken by the horrifying sight. That Eagle Puppet had