Sheng Tong's single eye opened wide, staring fixedly at the "corpse". Within a radius of a mile around it, the once-lush jungle had already been reduced to scorched earth. The Flying Centipede had practiced Poison Arts its entire life and had further devoured the true essence of the Thousand Poison Dragon. Once the toxins it harbored spiraled out of control, a thousand miles of barren crimson was no exaggeration. It was precisely because the Wuling Forbidden Garden possessed an extraordinary origin that it managed to contain this within a limited perimeter.
However, the domain formed by the jungle relied primarily on vegetation as its medium, meaning that this area was essentially ruined. On the other side, Seyun saw that the situation was turning bad and turned tail to run, her speed matching that of a soaring bird as she plunged into the depths of the jungle in the blink of an eye.
Sheng Tong also harbored the intention to retreat, but his insight was ultimately a cut above Seyun's, allowing him to perceive a more subtle layer. He saw that within this expanse of the void, an extremely terrifying and evil entity was clearly expanding, yet it also seemed to be masked by something else, revealing only a glimpse of its scales and claws. Even just this occasional display of its might was enough to tighten his heart and impede the flow of his vital energy and blood.
As for the heartbeat rhythm of the "corpse", it was merely the externalization of that terrifying, evil entity, or perhaps a rhythmic echo and resonance.
The moment Seyun retreated, the indescribable evil entity was stimulated. Like a formless ghost, it chased and captured her malicious intent, locking onto her as tightly as bone-gnawing maggots.
*This 'corpse' must be an ancient old devil,