Yun Che protected the six of them as he charged straight ahead, golden beams shooting endlessly from his fingers and killing every rot crocodile that approached.
System notifications rang out one after another in his mind. Some increased his attributes, while others reduced his stamina or weakened his perception.
Even he felt immense pressure under such drastic percentage-based reductions, and he sped toward land with all his might.
Finally, after killing another dozen or so main divine realm rot crocodiles, they set foot on solid ground.
It was a stretch of black mud that gave off an even stronger stench than the lake water. Twisted roots and unknown black vines covered the ground, with some dried bones hanging from the vines.
"Phew... we finally made it ashore!" Situ Xue sighed in relief and plopped onto the ground, only to leap up as though she had been pricked by a needle. "Ah! The vines on the ground can stab you!"
She looked down and saw that tiny, closely packed barbs had suddenly sprouted from the black vines. When she sat down, they had actually pierced her trousers and left several bloody holes in her skin. The wounds felt numb and itchy.
"Don't touch those vines!" Yun Che immediately warned. "Everything in this secret realm could be dangerous."
He had barely finished speaking when a cultivator in the distance let out an agonized wail. The cultivator's body shriveled at a visible speed, turning into a dried corpse almost instantly before the vines tossed it aside.
The sight left everyone trembling with fear, and none of them dared touch anything along the shore again. Elder Bai and the other elders also came ashore one after another with the surviving cultivators. Of the original group of nearly a hundred, fewer than thirty remained, all