No Flying!

In a flash, he had figured out the situation here. In this place, one couldn't fly; attempting to do so would result in being tightly restricted by a powerful force, at most allowing for a minor leap.

Such restrictions in this Ghostly Place?

Just as he was planning to walk away, a rustling sound approached from all directions. The sound was faint, yet very rapid. As the rustling drew closer, Dung Beetle realized the sound was growing louder, as if something had crawled right next to him.

Yes! Right beside him!

Looking down, he noticed a circle of densely packed, dark green bugs had appeared at his feet, seemingly out of nowhere. These bugs looked somewhat like centipedes but were far more terrifying in appearance. And, most importantly, there were so many of them!

"Damn it!"

At that moment, he clearly saw what these bugs were.

Centipedes! And a dark green Centipede Swarm at that!

Dung Beetle naturally knew about Centipedes; they were common in many regions in the real world, where locals also called them "money strings." These creatures moved quickly and could bite. Some elders even said these creatures liked to burrow, claiming they would crawl into a person's ears and nostrils while they slept. The mere thought of them boring into his body made Dung Beetle give a Body Shudder.

Then, before the Centipede Swarm could completely surround him, he bolted in one direction. He didn't care whether it was safe; he just ran.

Just then, across the Grassland, a massive, dark green Centipede Swarm appeared, rolling towards Dung Beetle like a churning sea.

"Damn it! Where's Old Mo? Help me!"

「...」

Old Mo found himself in a peculiar location, having arrived directly inside a dim, damp Cave. The entire Cave was filled with a gloomy dampness and the musty smell of something moldy. The moment he appeared, he felt as if countless eyes were upon him. It seemed there were many people all around him. But when he looked around, he saw nothing; the Cave seemingly contained only him.

But the feeling was too real; something was definitely watching him.

After hesitating for a moment, he proceeded further into the darkness. His current position was uncertain; any direction could potentially lead to an exit, so he had to take a gamble this time.

He walked for an unknowable period, never seeing even a hint of light. The Cave remained entirely dark, offering no points of reference. But having come this far, he could only brace himself and continue onward. Yet, the deeper he went, the more he felt an indescribable sensation. He couldn't explain it, but the eerie feeling and the sense of being watched persisted, refusing to dissipate. Under such circumstances, anyone with a weaker constitution would have already broken down. If he hadn't known this was just a game, Old Mo would never have chosen to continue in one direction.

In this place, time seemed nonexistent. He didn't know how long he had walked; eventually, even he began to feel a tinge of fatigue.

His stamina was the strongest among the players, yet he still couldn't find an exit.

A ghost wall?

No! He was walking down a straight passage, and there were no fluctuations from any Array. So this definitely wasn't a ghost wall scenario. It must be because of this Cave.

As he continued deeper, the Cave's passage gradually narrowed, soon becoming a tight squeeze that could only allow one person to pass. It was then that a bloodcurdling scream echoed from up ahead.

Someone?!

The scream was enough to make one's scalp tingle, as if its source was enduring some profound agony. Instantly, he quickened his pace and rushed forward, emerging into an even larger chamber. Compared to the previous narrow and dim passage, this current chamber was much more spacious.

And right before him stood a Cultivator of the Human Race! The Cultivator was dressed in the white robes of Haoran Academy and held a Milky White Fluorescent Spiritual Artifact that illuminated the entire Cave. This Disciple stood quietly in place, the earlier screams having ceased, now motionless.

"Friend, are you from Haoran Academy?" Old Mo approached step by step. Just as he was about to greet him, he saw the Haoran Academy Disciple's body twitch slightly.

It seemed as if he had shivered. This made Old Mo halt and subconsciously activate his Eight Gates Escape Armor and Armament Haki. Before entering, the people from the Jade Flower Immortal Sect had warned that This Secret Realm was perilous, especially when operating alone. Old Mo was confident in his own Power, but that didn't mean he was invincible here. That earlier uneasy feeling still lingered in his mind, refusing to be dismissed.

The next moment, the Haoran Academy Disciple suddenly spun around, looking towards Old Mo without any warning—so quickly that Old Mo didn't even see clearly how he turned. But under the light of the Spiritual Artifact, the Disciple's appearance was revealed. His facial features were covered in blood, his entire face grotesquely twisted. The corners of his mouth seemed to be hooked by something, stretching them towards the corners of his eyes. His nose had collapsed, and copious amounts of scarlet blood flowed continuously.

"Save... save me..." The Disciple seemed not yet dead, his body shuddering as he slowly raised a hand, seeking aid from Old Mo.

Old Mo's brows furrowed deeply. He wasn't some naive do-gooder; he certainly wouldn't act rashly at a time like this.

But the next moment, the Haoran Academy Disciple's wretched, piercing scream echoed throughout the entire Cave.

"Why won't you save me?! Why won't you save me?!"

The Disciple roared, then furiously hurled the glowing Spiritual Artifact at Old Mo. His own limbs twisted instantaneously, and he dropped to the ground, scurrying towards the wall like a spider.

Old Mo reached out and caught the Spiritual Artifact. Under its light, he could now clearly see the entirety of the Cave. On the walls of this spacious Cave, creatures resembling spiders clung.

No! It wasn't right to call them creatures. Those clinging to the walls were people with twisted limbs; some had desiccated skin, while others were mere skeletons.

Apart from the Haoran Academy Disciple who had just scrambled up, the others all stared at Old Mo in that bizarre posture. That feeling of being watched completely materialized at that moment.

That's right! It was these people staring at him, their blood-red, unblinking eyes seemingly eager to transform Old Mo into one of them.

"So these are the so-called Demonic Creatures?" Old Mo murmured to himself, immediately activating the Seventh Gate of the Eight Gates Array: Shock Gate, then transformed into a blur and rushed forward.

The Cave he was in had no flight restrictions, which allowed him to fully exhibit his skills. Regardless of what these things were, he just needed to take them down now!

As a blur, Old Mo moved incredibly fast. Wherever he passed, the Spidermen clinging to the walls dropped off one by one like dumplings falling into a pot. And none of the Spidermen that fell had an intact body. Under Old Mo's fists, they seemed to be nothing more than targets.

Soon, the Cave floor was covered with a layer of Spidermen; some were already dead, but others still writhed on the ground, struggling. Seeing this, Old Mo couldn't help but frown. He knew his own Power well. Even if he hadn't used his full Power just now, it wasn't something just anyone could withstand.

These Spidermen were still alive after his punches?

CLICK, CLICK, CLICK, CLICK—

Several Spidermen contorted their bodies, then lunged fiercely at Old Mo, attempting to bite him. It was at this very moment that a sound like a frantic heartbeat began to pound wildly within the Cave...

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