Shen Yunmai suddenly gave a rather peculiar smile. He raised his left hand, which held the coarse tobacco, brushed it across his earlobe, and took out a rope.
The rope looked anything but ordinary. Dark green throughout, it gleamed like jade and grew in the wind, twisting of its own accord to bind his hands together.
Jing Jiu recognized it as a law treasure made from the true root of the great tree on Penglai Divine Island. Unless its owner willed it, it was extremely difficult to untie.
The situation was tense. The formation in the passage had yet to open, and those astonishingly fast monsters were rapidly approaching. To force him to act, Shen Yunmai had actually bound his own hands with a law treasure. It was a mad act, however one looked at it.
Jing Jiu knew what sort of person he was and merely found it rather annoying.
He shook his head and took his hands off his backpack straps.
Just then, the Dai Xu passed through the forest and arrived.
Those monsters did indeed look somewhat human. After all, they had been human when alive. But a layer of fine hair that was difficult to see through covered their bodies. Those hairs had no physical existence; they seemed more like something condensed from energy, shining with a faint luster.
A dark, powerful aura emanated from their bodies, without any sense of life-not cold-hearted ruthlessness, but a true absence of feeling, without any emotion at all. Even their instinct to slaughter and extinguish life manifested itself with indifference-more like the sense of annihilation in the dark universe.
A scientist, a philosopher, and a priestess had jointly named the tainted humans "Dai Xu." They believed these monsters were more like proxy programs for some cold, objective will. This