At a glance, the earth ahead was scattered with similar spikes of calamity.
Each one was drab, looking just like some thorny branch that had died and fallen with the wind.
But at this moment, everyone understood, these spikes… were not simple!
"Female benefactor, you should follow behind us."
Qing Chen spoke to Lu Cailing.
After all, they were not afraid of these spikes, but if Lu Cailing got pricked… there would be trouble.
Lu Cailing nodded and immediately proceeded cautiously beside them, moving forward.
...
Meanwhile.
On the other side, Long Pantian and a group of people were entering.
"Ahh—"
A piercing cry of agony.
A powerful member of the Jiaolong Demon Race stepped on a spike!
He instantly turned into a corpse and began to attack his companions.
"Quick, Blood of the Lucky Star!"
Long Pantian and the others all screamed in urgency!
Ao Wushuang once again had his wrist cut, he was extremely frustrated.
Finally, the eerie corpse was suppressed.