The walls mutated. Fleshy sprouts like infants' arms burst from them and shot toward Li Tianyang.
The walls above, below, and on either side seemed to come alive, rapidly squeezing inward. Li Tianyang felt as though he had been swallowed into some ghost's belly. Within seconds, even the floor beneath him began to writhe, trapping both his feet.
When Ye Lin failed to answer, Li Tianyang hastily dodged the grasping sprouts and asked again urgently, holding the Peachwood Sword in front of him.
"Ye Lin! What the hell do we do?!"
At the rate the walls were closing in, no matter how well he dodged, he would be crushed to death within a few dozen seconds.
He had considered the possibility that this was all an illusion, but everything felt too real. Even his barrier-breaking ability couldn't tell truth from illusion, and the system had told them to leave immediately!
Just as it had for Li Tianyang, once the system announcement ended, the room the others occupied rapidly began to mutate.
Up on the beam, the corpse swayed violently. Creak, creak-the rope scraped dryly against the wood. Terrified that something might go wrong with the formation, He Zheng lunged beneath the hanged Daoist and held him firmly up, afraid the thing would fall!
"Ye Lin!! Are we leaving or not?!"
Faced with everyone's frantic questions, Ye Lin kept his head lowered and said nothing, merely studying the shadows on the floor as he calculated rapidly.
After daybreak, the light outside passed through the window covered in incantations, casting a faint red glow. On the floor, the long, slanting shadow beneath the Daoist's feet pointed straight northeast.
A few seconds later, he spoke in an utterly calm, cold voice, as though his emotions had not been disturbed in the slightest:
"It