The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World novel Chapter 385

Chu Xuan watched in silence as Heavenly River True Master was swiftly consumed by the Dark Palace. The entire scene unfolded before him like a nightmare. A chill of foreboding surged within him.

He didn't hesitate for even a second—without turning back, he began to retreat. The sensation of that ghostly hand and the suffocating death aura was all too familiar, reminiscent of the old monster he had encountered in Heaven-Three City. His instincts proved true—the Dark Palace was connected to that old monster!

Thank goodness, he had always been cautious, never one to venture into the unknown. Had he been reckless, he would have already fallen prey.

Seeing Chu Xuan's swift retreat, Shang Xingchen and Wei Ji exchanged a quick glance before immediately employing their own escape techniques. Not far away, the faces of Shangguan He, Kang Jia, and others had turned ashen. Without a moment's hesitation, they turned and fled.

This place was another trap—there was no time to waste.

"Since you've come all this way, why not stay for a while? Join me in my belly. How delightful it will be!"

The voice that echoed from the Dark Palace was grotesque, a chilling, malicious laugh that sent shivers down the spine.

Suddenly, the ground beneath their feet trembled violently again. From the depths of the earth, massive tree roots shot out like serpents, twisting and coiling as they struck at the fleeing cultivators.

Chu Xuan's brows twitched involuntarily. Without a moment's thought, he flickered into motion, narrowly avoiding one of the tree roots that swung toward him with terrifying speed.

Boom!

The massive root slammed down where he had stood just moments ago, creating a deep ravine in the earth—more than three zhang deep. The ground, which had been solid and hardened over hundreds of thousands of years, was torn apart as if it were paper.

The surrounding landscape, formed by the condensed earth and rock of the extraterritorial battlefield, had been worn down by the passing of time. A strike from a Nascent Soul cultivator would only shatter a few stones, at most. But the force behind these tree roots was at least on par with an early-stage Deity Transformation cultivator.

"Ahhh!"

A scream pierced the air nearby. Chu Xuan didn't even glance over—he knew immediately that a Nascent Soul cultivator had failed to dodge in time and had been crushed by one of the roots. The person's body was undoubtedly reduced to a bloody pulp, a mixture of torn clothing and shattered bones.

Chu Xuan, however, was no stranger to the Taotie Tree. He had planted one on a small island on Blue Star. In the beginning, the tree's aggression had been intense, and he had spent quite a bit of time sparring with it. Over time, he had come to understand its patterns and rhythms. Dodging its strikes had become second nature to him.

He knew exactly how to read its attacks.

As another massive root shot toward him, Chu Xuan effortlessly sidestepped, his movements smooth and precise. The Taotie Tree's hunger was insatiable, but his experience with it made it easy to avoid the wrath of its vicious assault.

"Why is this person able to control the Taotie Tree?" Chu Xuan wondered, evading another vicious strike from the Taotie Tree. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, but after some contemplation, he could only sigh in resignation. There were so many things he could not understand in this world—like the true origins of the extraterritorial battlefield, the source of the Taotie Tree, or the true identity of the old monster. frёewebnoѵēl.com

Shang Xingchen and Wei Ji were following closely behind Chu Xuan. At first, both were struggling to avoid the relentless attacks of the Taotie Tree, narrowly escaping death multiple times. They had come dangerously close to becoming nothing more than paste.

However, Shang Xingchen quickly noticed Chu Xuan's graceful movements, slipping through the Taotie Tree's strikes with ease. It was as though he had already discerned the rhythm of the attacks, moving with practiced fluidity.

Shang Xingchen's eyes narrowed as he focused on Chu Xuan. In less than a hundred breaths, he had gone from cautiously dodging to confidently evading each strike, as though he too could now follow the tree's patterns. With each leap and dodge, he mimicked Chu Xuan's motions.

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Wei Ji was suddenly flung into the air by a shockwave generated by a Taotie Tree root. Spitting dirt from his mouth, he looked on in awe as Chu Xuan and Shang Xingchen moved with the elegance of dancing dragons, effortlessly weaving between the roots. His jaw dropped in astonishment.

"Teach me!" Wei Ji cried out, desperation lacing his voice.

Shang Xingchen didn't look back but called out loudly, "If you can see the rhythm of the Taotie Tree's attacks, you'll survive."