Xu Huo could feel that the power had entered the underground cave and lingered without dispersing, and soon after, a breeze brushed across his face, seemingly pointing the way.
He turned and looked at the tangled tree roots above the cave, drew his Black Blade and sliced through them.
With a thunderous noise, a heap of sludge erupted like vomit, spreading across most of the cave floor and almost burying Xu Huo's Defense Prop barrier.
Once things quieted outside, Xu Huo and the Girl in the painting flipped over and jumped onto a nearby tree root.
"Smells so good," the Girl in the painting took a deep breath, "The mud soaked inside the tree smells particularly fragrant."
Xu Huo had caught a whiff of that scent on his way down just now—it was likely some kind of hypnotic gas. Death wasn't exactly a wonderful experience, but these gases could at least make the process more bearable.
