"What happened, Fang He?"
As his body gradually stabilized, Yu Jing slowly swam through the greenery, trying to call out to Fang He, but no information came back.
Yu Jing's first reaction was that Hastur had tricked him again, using some method to cut off his connection with Fang He.
"Are you up there?"
Yu Jing looked toward the top, where several dim yellow rays of light entered his view.
There was no time to waste. Shen Zhao was fully capable of crushing the greenery, so Yu Jing quickly swam upward.
"What happened? Have the plants been tampered with?"
As he rose higher, the inside of the greenery began to change.
The vitality motes that had originally floated inside the plants gradually transformed into countless indescribable tentacles. Their overall viscosity also kept increasing, slowing Yu Jing's ascent.
When he swam to the middle section of the plants, more than fifty meters up, Yu Jing could barely make out the situation at the top. Several unusual tentacles coiled around Fang He's body, and her overall condition looked strange.
"What the hell is Hastur doing?"
Yu Jing had thought that the "help" Hastur mentioned would be some sort of straightforward assistance. He had not expected it to interfere with his plan like this.
"There's no time!"
Yu Jing directly summoned Dragon Abyss.
He wielded the spear in his right hand and used Rakshasa Palm with his left, severing the yellow tentacles blocking his path as he rapidly headed toward Fang He at the top.
"Why hasn't Master come out yet!? Is she too badly injured and needs time to recover?"
Shen Yixuan, her black hair extending more than two meters, stood guard before the greenery. The blood-cloud demon shadow had already arrived on the horizon!
"Boom!"
Shen Zhao leaped over the