"What is that?"
Dongfang Minghui was terrified. She saw a pair of scar-covered hands reach out from underground and seize her ankles. She struggled repeatedly, her ankles aching from the pulling, but she could not break free.
Soon, throughout the side hall shrouded in gray-white spiritual power, she saw countless withered hands emerging from the ground. Qian Wanyu and the others in the center all felt hands clutch their ankles, seemingly intent on dragging them underground as well.
Seeing Mo Lu's eerie smile amid a hall full of dead hands, she felt as though she had accidentally transmigrated into a supernatural story. Before her thoughts could run wild, the chubby baby emerged from her storage space, carrying a Man-Eating Grass. "Devour everything here."
After being bullied by Pig Immortal Grass several times, the little Man-Eating Grass had begun to resign itself to servitude. Escape seemed as fantastical as a tale from the Arabian Nights. Thus, when the chubby baby planted hands on hips and issued a stern command, it immediately obeyed.
Disobedience meant a beating.
Sob, sob, sob. I don't want another beating.
As the Man-Eating Grass's leaves enlarged, the rows of sharp teeth grew with them. Like gaping, blood-red maws, they swept toward the dead hands waving their claws about.
Aah! Aah-
The screams rose, each louder than the last.
She felt as though she could hear souls screaming from hell. The Man-Eating Grass spread over a vast area, reaching the very center of the battlefield. After a cautious probe, it withdrew its leaves. Under Mo Lu's oppressive aura, it only dared swallow a little at a time.
Before long, the entire hall was clean.
"Burp~"
Every hand that had emerged from underground had been swallowed whole by the Man-Eating Grass. Had she just heard it burp? Bringing it