Crack!
Just as their voices fell, a trap hole suddenly appeared beneath Gao Sishu's feet as he stepped on a branch.
Gao Sishu quickly stomped his foot and suddenly leaped backward.
As he did so, the ground in front of him, spanning at least five meters, collapsed completely, with the turf and the bushes sinking down to reveal a huge pitfall.
The pit was filled with sharpened wooden stakes, each coated with a wet substance that glinted faintly in the night.
"Poison," Gao Sishu squinted his eyes.
"There's a smell of blood too..."
Zhang Fei Xuan casually formed a Dharma Seal, and the wooden stakes instantly caught fire, turning into torches that illuminated the pit.
Inside the pit lay several gnawed and tattered skeletons, with fresh blood still visible on the ground of the pit.
However, there were no fresh corpses to be seen, and it was unclear where the blood had come from.
