"I walked all the way through."
"Most of the cocoons were intact."
"A small number were damaged."
He paused.
In that pause, everyone sensed something...
Not a sound, but a chill that crawled up from the base of their spines and spread along their nerves through their entire bodies.
"Two cocoons... had huge holes torn right through them."
"The things inside those cocoons escaped."
Yang Yong and Cao Xianming exchanged a glance.
No words were needed.
Deep in each other's eyes, they both saw the same answer:
That finger and that Corpse Mass Monster.
So this was the truth.
It wasn't that the Whale Lord hadn't dealt with those sources of eerie.
He had been dealing with them all along.
Using cocoons...
Using those densely packed cocoons that hung throughout the entire canyon...
To seal away the one hundred and eight sources of eerie, one by one.
He was waiting.
Waiting until he had grown strong enough.
Waiting for that Abyss-Swallowing Mystic Whale to fully mature.
Waiting until he could digest the sources of eerie before dealing with them, one by one.
But now, the cocoons had broken.
Things had escaped.
"Don't drive so fast."
Chen Gen suddenly said something inexplicable, his gaze unfocused, as though speaking to someone who wasn't there.
He was remembering.
He was still in that canyon.
"A cocoon the size of an egg broke. A cocoon the size of a mountain broke too."
Fear spread like a plague through the silence.
Cao Xianming suddenly spoke.
His voice was calm, but that very calmness made everyone's heart lurch.
Because Cao Xianming only used that tone when asking the most fatal question.
"How many cocoons were there?"
Chen Gen's face went white in an instant.
So white that not a trace of color remained.
As white as