Although his hands and face were squashed together under heavy pressure, and his head and legs were welded in place, unable to move, fortunately, the mucus that wrapped around him wasn't as sticky as spider silk. It was more like a hard gel, forming a shell on the outside.
He spat out the fragments of the ax and, using his fingertips, gently rubbed against the shell, quickly creating a small space for his wrist to move.
Once his wrist could move slightly, he took out a prop dagger and chiseled open a slit.
When the force dragging him pulled him out of the ventilation duct and tossed him upwards, Xu Huo had already broken through the cocoon. He grabbed onto the shell, which hadn't completely fallen off, and slid toward the ground.
He, along with the shell beside him, traced an arc in midair and plummeted downward, finally stopping a meter or two above the ground.