"Xiao San, hurry this way!!"
Yu Xiaogang's voice echoed through the dim forest. Night hung like a heavy curtain, shrouding the entire world in profound darkness.
A cold moon hung in the sky, stingily scattering a few silvery rays that barely illuminated the perilous path ahead of them.
"There are several Mandala Snakes that are at least four hundred years old! Damn it! What's wrong with these soul beasts?! We just said there weren't any! How did so many suddenly show up?!"
At that moment, Yu Xiaogang's pounding heartbeat nearly drowned out every other sound around him.
He gripped Tang San's hand tightly and, without the slightest hesitation, sprinted toward a direction where the poisonous mist was relatively thin!
They ran over wet, soft earth, through rotting leaves and crisscrossing roots. Every step was fraught with uncertainty.
Before Tang San lay a dense forest, its branches and leaves intertwined into a natural barrier.
Yet these Mandala Snakes seemed able to move freely through the complex terrain. Their bodies flickered in and out between the trees like ghosts.
At the same time, the spreading poisonous mist descended upon them like Death's cloak.
The mist carried a corrosive stench. Just one breath made their lungs feel as if they were burning.
Tang San was instantly seized by a powerful sense of suffocation, cold sweat soaking through his clothes in an instant.
The air around them was thick with a nauseating fishy reek, the distinctive scent of Mandala Snakes. Mixed with the smell of soil and decay, it made every breath unbearably difficult.
Tang San could hear the rustling of snake scales scraping against tree trunks, along with their chilling hisses.
Faced with the sudden swarm of Mandala Snakes and the spreading poisonous mist, Tang San was naturally drenched in sweat, cold sweat