"Infinite Marrow Rot!" Ash couldn't help repeating it.
The two words together made everyone doubt their own ears.
"This is bad!" Hank blurted out instantly.
"What is it?" Pablo asked, his expression complicated at that moment.
"With something this important here, we actually fled to this place. Didn't that mean we led the evil spirits here? This was an accident—we're practically sinners of the world."
"We shouldn't have come. We never should have come here." He slapped his thigh anxiously.
Ash also remembered the several great evil spirits pursuing them outside.
Unfortunately, it was too late for regret now.
"Since you're already here, and evil spirit passages are becoming increasingly active, with evil spirits everywhere, what comes will come."
"It wasn't as if the evil spirits wouldn't have discovered this place just because you didn't come today."
"In fact, even before your arrival, evil spirits that accidentally wandered nearby had already noticed something unusual here."
Wu Heng offered a calm, casual reassurance.
"What exactly is it?" Ash asked curiously.
No one present was unfamiliar with Marrow Rot, nor did any of them fail to understand its importance.
Over the past several centuries—
Marrow Rot and the Mire Graveyard had thoroughly woven themselves into this world's history, becoming part of its native mysterious substances.
Although they had been artificially modified.
Only some evil spirits that had lived for a very long time still did not fully trust the suddenly appearing Marrow Rot. To them—
Compared to their lifespans, even after several centuries, Marrow Rot still seemed like something that had only recently appeared.
But Wu Heng could sense it.
Recently, some ancient evil spirits had tried Marrow Rot, and they were becoming increasingly addicted. It seemed that under the lead of those great evil spirits, even they could no longer resist.