Jiang Lu's body gradually sank, and soon the mud and sand engulfed his ankles.
Yet, he was still puzzling over what exactly these things were.
"Undead? No, not spirits, are they the infected..."
Trying to pry off the arm attached to his ankle, Jiang Lu found it as hard as iron and, out of desperation, used the Evil God's Left Hand to snap the arm.
But as soon as he broke free, several more hands immediately grabbed hold of him.
He couldn't pry them off, just couldn't!
Besides those infected trying to drag him under the ground, there were tens of thousands of infected surging towards him.
Jiang Lu, like bait used to lure fish, had barely appeared before he attracted the covetous stares and frantic lunges of the fish.
Boom—
As they moved, the already unstable sand began to collapse, sliding down towards Jiang Lu at the bottom of the basin en masse.
