Intolerable

Ling Han frowned upon seeing this.

"As expected, something's wrong!" the large black dog murmured from behind him.

He could still consider the green mist attack and tongue attack from before as instinctive actions from wood element beings, yet this sudden release of corroded corpses was definitely not a "skill" that wood element beings should possess.

Perhaps this tree was relying on its green mist to capture prey, which it would then digest in its body? Perhaps these corpses were prey that it hadn't finished digesting yet?

Gasp!

If that were the case, then these corpses all belonged to people who had entered the mystery realm this time.

Pa, pa, pa, pa!

At least a dozen or so headless corpses stood up. Their bodies swayed about, and they were radiating with a rotten smell of death that would cause one to vomit.

"My head!"

"My head!"

"Return my head!"