Another earthen tidal wave forced Li Luo and Zhou Chao to a temporary halt. They stood on a thick, fallen tree, waiting for the tide to subside.
A gust of wind suddenly blew through the destroyed forest. Activated air gathered once again, like circling vultures snatching the leftovers after a lion's hunt.
"Did you see that? The wind."
Zhou Chao gazed at the forest, pointing to the swirling leaves as he spoke.
"Is it activated air?"
"That's right. But it can't do us any harm. The more terrifying thing is underneath." Zhou Chao pointed down.
Meanwhile, Mo Ling was staring intently at the shuttle-shaped mass of soil. After attacking the forest, it had sunk deep underground.
'Doesn't it feed?'
The shattered roots writhed in the soil like endless serpents. The shuttle-shaped mass had incapacitated its prey but hadn't consumed it.
Just as Mo Ling was wondering about this, the shuttle-shaped soil returned to view.
But this time, it did not come alone.
