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Ning Yuzhou took out the Fire Cloud Square Heaven Seal and, noticing Wen Qiao's gaze, smiled at her before tossing the seal into the air.

Once again, fire rain descended from the sky, though this time it was just ordinary fire rain, lacking the previous intensity. Its purpose was to illuminate the gray mist-shrouded world, allowing them to clearly see the incoming threats.

The gray Nether Worms varied in size—the largest as thick as a pinky finger, the smallest as thin as threadworms, their dull gray hue blending seamlessly with the surrounding mist. They dropped from the trees above, their mouthparts at the tips opening wide as they stabbed toward the Thousand Machines Umbrella.

Meanwhile, Shi Wuming was also being bitten by several Nether Worms. He shrieked dramatically while activating fire talismans to burn them away.

"Wen Tuti, come save your brother!" Shi Wuming yelped in panic.

Wen Tuti swiped her hand, sending a wind blade that sliced away the stubborn insects clinging to him.

"Why are you screaming? They can't even hurt you," Wen Tuti said impatiently, sending out more wind blades to drive away the Nether Worms raining down from the treetops.

Shi Wuming whined. "But it still hurts! And don’t you think bugs are just gross?"

The group glanced at the writhing mass of insects on the ground—long, boneless, twisting and surging forward—and had to admit they were indeed revolting.

Against Nether Worms, fire worked best.

Everyone hurled fire talismans, eventually resorting to thunderfire talismans to carve out a path before booking it out of there.

Only after escaping the Nether Worm-infested area and carefully inspecting themselves to confirm no stragglers remained did they finally relax.

Shi Wuming collapsed onto the ground, panting. "I can't take anymore... This island has too many goddamn disgusting things. It's terrifying." He lifted his sleeve, revealing several holes chewed through by the insects—proof of their formidable bite.

Wu Xiongan and the others, having been more cautious, avoided being bitten. Seeing the holes in Shi Wuming’s robe but no injuries on his unblemished arms beneath, they silently marveled at how thick his skin must be to remain unharmed.

After the Nether Worms, they grew even more vigilant, no longer underestimating any part of the island.

Having faced both soul beasts and Nether Worms, they now understood that the safest part of Moonwatching Island was only its outskirts. The deeper they ventured, the greater the dangers became.

After several more days of travel, they finally encountered other Ghost Cultivators and Human Cultivators who had also come to the island.

Ahead, a mixed group of Ghost Cultivators and Human Cultivators were fleeing in panic, pursued by screeching Ghost Face Flowers.

The Ghost Face Flowers consisted of a single head attached to a long, thin fleshy tendril. The heads resembled human skulls, with ghastly green faces, jagged fangs, and gaping jaws that cackled eerily as they chased their prey. A single bite could tear off chunks of flesh.

Human Cultivators, with their bloody flesh, seemed to be the preferred targets, as most Ghost Face Flowers focused on them. Ghost Cultivators, though not bleeding when bitten, suffered unstable ghostly forms and weakened yin energy, proving the flowers were harmful to them as well.

Spotting Ning Yuzhou’s group, the fleeing crowd cried out, "Friends, save us!"

Wen Qiao was surprised to see this mix of Human and Ghost Cultivators. Though she had heard of Human Cultivators being brought to the Undying Sea by Ghost Cultivators, she hadn’t expected to encounter them so soon.

As the Ghost Face Flowers closed in, Wen Tuti pulled out her massive hammer and splattered one of the cackling heads.

The onlookers nearly had their eyes bulge out in shock, but their surprise quickly turned to relief as they hurried toward the group.

Wen Qiao, Wu Xiongan, Wu Jingping, and the others jumped into the fight.

Wen Qiao leaped into the air, kicking the Ghost Face Flowers like soccer balls. Strangely enough, their heads really did resemble balls—when kicked away, they could be reeled in by their fleshy tendrils for another round.

Wu Xiongan slashed at the tendrils with his sword. Once severed, the heads lost much of their power and could be easily crushed underfoot.

Shi Wuming, seeing how fun Wen Qiao made it look, got in on the fun, gleefully kicking the heads around like soccer balls.

The surviving Ghost and Human Cultivators watched in stunned silence, wanting to warn them that these were flesh-eating flowers and to watch out! Be careful of their gaping, biting maws.

Just as they were thinking this, a piercing scream cut through the air.

Shi Wuming's foot was bitten by a Ghost Face Flower, and he kicked desperately, howling, "Ouch, ouch, ouch! Get off, stop biting!"

Amid his struggles, there was a loud *crack*, and the Ghost Face Flower finally released its grip, slumping lifelessly to the ground. Everyone stared and saw the flower's ghostly face looking utterly listless, its gaping maw revealing a mouthful of shattered teeth...

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All the humans and ghosts were stunned, all sharing the same thought.

What kind of existence was this, to make even the all-devouring Ghost Face Flowers break their teeth?!

Even Wu Jingping and the others were so shocked they nearly forgot about the remaining Ghost Face Flowers—until one bit them, tearing off a chunk of flesh, demonstrating their razor-sharp teeth.

Despite being just carnivorous mutated ghost plants, biting into cultivators was as easy as wolves tearing into meat.

Ahead lay a lush, vegetation-covered hillside, and not far away was a valley filled with dense greenery that blocked outside observation.

The Ghost Face Flowers had flown out from that valley, their long, fleshy tendrils seemingly capable of infinite extension as they chased after fleeing Human Cultivators and Ghost Cultivators.

By the time Wen Qiao and the others arrived, yet an endless stream of Ghost Face Flowers continued to emerge from the valley, their ghastly heads lunging forward—a sight that made one's hair stand on end. Worse still was their attack power and bite force, capable of wounding even cultivators at the Yuanchuang stage.

In a careless moment, Wu Xiongan's arm was bitten.