Tang Zhong, gripping his Tang Sword, walked toward the front.
Swinging the sword wildly, he chopped down.
The Killing Flower that he directly slashed bled crimson blood from the wound, followed by a scream that shockingly resembled a human's voice.
"Be careful, hurry up!"
Tang Zhong yelled to the people behind him.
At this moment, they felt as if they were racing against death itself.
The members of the White Tiger Team also immediately followed behind. In their minds, they had already begun to view Tang Zhong as the leader of this venture.
As long as they followed Tang Zhong, they would survive—that was everyone's belief.
But the grass around them was growing more and more rampant, turning into insects that pounced on them like caterpillars, or fierce cheetahs hunting their prey, desperately trying to burrow into their bodies.
