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"Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak~~~~~~~~"
Below the Wanxiang Altar, the ground split open without warning, and purple vines thick with thorns slowly crept along the stairs, mountain paths, and stone roads of the Wanxiang Altar.
The entire Wanxiang Altar soared thousands of meters into the clouds, and these vines, tendrils, and thorny roots slowly and eerily pierced and covered the palaces.
Growing incessantly, before one realized it, half of the majestic and grand Wanxiang Altar was already enveloped by these blue plants.
These things felt like the demon claws of a hungry creature, ready at any moment to drag someone into the dense, crisscrossing floral growth, where they'd be horribly decomposed.
Chu Mu glanced at the rising blue plants, yet his gaze remained calmly fixed on the woman approaching him step by step.
In the woman's eyes, Chu Mu could see a profound anger.
