The Dark Ones, offspring of Baal, Father of Evil Spirits, and the evil spirits under Baal's control all watched silently from the shadows.
They had already investigated the Mire Graveyard Wu Heng spoke of.
Even after turning the entire valley upside down, they had found nothing unusual. That was why they had cleared the way for Wu Heng, protected his group, and escorted them safely here.
Wu Heng had naturally noticed them, but he did not care.
He continued chanting the incantation under his breath.
Green liquid welled up across the entire valley, seeping continuously from the ground like blood.
It resembled pus from a festering wound, streaked with threads of crimson.
It flooded over the tree roots.
The evil spirits hiding in the darkness sensed an extreme chill within the liquid—a temperature belonging to the dead, belonging to them.
Quite a few Dark Ones began to stir restlessly.
The liquid was like a fragrant, sweet cake, filling them with an unbearable hunger.
It was a craving to feed far greater than anything human flesh and souls had ever aroused in them.
They had never felt such hunger before.
Drool dripped uncontrollably onto the ground, corroding pits into the dirt.
Yet they still did not dare reveal themselves. Baal, Father of Evil Spirits, had given them orders. Their target was not the slime filling this valley, but the true essence—Marrow Rot.
After the green liquid submerged the trees, some of the trees absorbed it.
The low vegetation was completely corrupted. As for the towering trees, their branches became grotesquely fleshy.
Animal-like flesh and blood tissue emerged across their plant-like trunks, along with all manner of bizarre internal organs.
The sound of beating hearts even came from within the trunks.
They resembled a group of giants afflicted with arboreal disease, rooted