"It doesn't matter," Xu Zimo said.
"You should hurry and make yourself stronger."
"Let's get moving. Otherwise, the others will catch up soon," Shu Long urged.
The three stepped off the shore and onto the weed-choked land.
The moment they entered, it was as if something had sensed them. A rustling sound came from all around them.
The three stopped and looked around.
Dense swarms of insects crawled out from the overgrown weeds.
The insects were tiny, no larger than thumbnails. Their bodies were a ghostly green, giving off a faint glow.
At a rough glance, there were tens of thousands of them—so many they could not be counted.
"They're Corpse Worms," Wu Zhaodi said gravely.
Corpse Worms were a powerful kind of insect. They were not living creatures, but formed from the condensation of special power.
Only after a powerful creature died would such Corpse Worms form near its corpse. The worms would devour the body and grow stronger.
Yet at the sight of so many Corpse Worms, even Xu Zimo could not help but sigh.
Just what kind of powerful corpse could produce this many Corpse Worms?
Corpse Worms feared neither blazing flames nor biting frost.
Not only were they astonishingly numerous, but they also slipped through every crack and crevice, making them exceptionally difficult to deal with.
As the Corpse Worms closed in from all directions like a tide of corpses, surrounding everyone, footsteps sounded in the distance as well.
Shu Hai and people from the other factions had arrived.
"Long'er?" Shu Hai asked in surprise.
"Where is the estate master?"
"Dead," Shu Long answered truthfully.
"Dead?" Everyone was shocked. Gongsun Muyu's strength ranked among the very best of them.
"Those Corpse Worms killed her," Shu Long explained, holding something back.
Only then did everyone turn their