Puppet Sandrew

The instant Li Ziran stuck to the stone wall, a buzzing sound followed close behind and landed on a tree trunk. He did not stop, merely borrowing the force for a moment before shooting into the stone cave.

It was Gegwu. The wings grasshoppers were born with gave her every advantage in this storm layer, allowing her to easily evade the shadow tentacles behind her.

Yet she had clearly exhausted herself as well. The moment she entered the stone cave, she panted without pause, her two grasshopper eyes constantly stealing glances behind her, remaining alert for shadow tentacles that might reach inside at any moment.

Li Ziran did not dare hesitate. The instant he touched the tree trunk, his tongue had already stuck to another trunk, and he shot out again. After three swings like a pendulum, he landed on a patch of bare, broken rock.

The rock layer was reddish and soft, like a mixture of dirt and sand.

When he looked at Gegwu, she smiled at him. Li Ziran returned the smile. At a time like this, nothing was more reassuring than a bare cave.

Bang! Bang!

Two consecutive leaps—it was Anfuni and the Necromancer Polo Bart.

This Necromancer had practically been forcibly dragged into the stone cave by Jon's tongue, greatly delaying Anfuni's progress.

Yet traces of shadow residue still remained on him. Clearly, if not for Anfuni's tentacles, this Necromancer would have long since been captured by Shadow Elder.

What a needless move!

In Li Ziran's eyes, saving Polo Bart had been completely pointless.

But he had no time to ask Anfuni why she had done it. The instant they slipped into the stone cave, those shadow tentacles crawled after them toward the bushes. Wherever they passed, thick tree trunks were sliced to pieces, turning into