Age of Adepts

Jungle!

There's a jungle underground!

Grimm's whole face stalled when he first saw the lush and green jungle in front of him.

It was only after the test was carried out that Grimm established that all this was not caused by illusions, but by an underground space that was truly empty.

Standing in the hole, looking at the vast, lush jungle inside, Grimm's yin smelled a strange twist. He was standing on a dividing line, behind him was a hard rock formation with a dark sinking and metallic shine, and stepping over the dividing line were green grass with no ankles, tall trees and solid dense vines blocking roads, rose branches, shrubbery berries...

Grimm is also able to spot some fast-running little animals in the jungle in the middle of nowhere. Deep in the distant jungle, the branches shake and the monkeys roar, revealing an unusually flourishing jungle landscape.

But behind this thriving scent is an extraordinary energy that makes Grimm feel palpitated.

In just three seconds, Grimm is sure that this must be the ruins of the last Eternal City described by Kabby. What is causing all this is the massive leakage of witchcraft energy and terrible witchcraft pollution after the breakage of the witchcraft tower.

Every Wizard Tower has an elemental pool built to serve as a source of energy for witchcraft facilities, but when the Wizard Tower is destroyed, it leaks out, causing irreversible and massive pollution to the surrounding environment. It can be seen that the heterogeneous energy of the area is so intense that it has catalyzed such a vast mutant jungle.

Yes, it's a mutated jungle, not a primitive jungle that's everywhere on the surface.

Any plant, organism that is contaminated with such intense energetic breath will violate the rapid growth and variation of the lifestyle and thus become a completely different species. So the jungle in front of us looks normal, but it's just a disguise.

This is the paradise of monsters!

Grimm took off that thick, boring traveler's cloak, wiped the sweat off his cheek, and took out a water bag to replenish himself, which slowly and carefully walked into the jungle sitting high on the crocodile.

From the first step into the jungle, everything around you is no longer trustworthy.

This seemingly clustered, green, demonized jungle is actually much scarier and more dangerous than the dark underground tunnel just now. And he doesn't know what kind of monster is waiting for him, but since he's already here, whatever's in it, he needs to break in!

I have to say, Grim really got a lot more nerve with 3 quasi-wolf rock python demons to support his waist.

Walking in an unpopulated jungle is undoubtedly difficult.

From raw wild grass wildflowers, all over the bush jungle, wildly grown rose vines, stretched branches… these things spread randomly, twisted together, filling almost all the voids before the tall ancient trees. Without the crocodile, Grimm would not be able to make it here.

But now, relying on the crocodile's enormous body and strong flesh * strength, Grimm is like joining a demolition team, crushing decay all the way, crushing wildly and squeezing a flat avenue out of a densely aired jungle.

The wildflower wild bushes crushed into powder in front of the crocodile's giant toenails, and tall ancient trees were crushed as long as they blocked the way of the crocodile. At one time, the ancient trees broke, the vines collapsed, and the leaves were filled with the sky.

But behind these normal and strange scenes, there are countless strange and extraordinary scenes hidden.

Whenever the crocodile's giant toenails run over a green field, there are countless slight echoes beneath its toenails. It's like a baby crying, but also like a tsunami of weird monsters, finely shattered and almost unheard of.

Until the crocodile lifted his toenails, Grimm saw more than a dozen green sprouts in a pit the size of a grinder. Other wildflowers were crushed into a green juice, and they were the only ones left in the entire Northwestern space. Not only did they survive, but they also curled green sprouts like creatures, forming a teeth that looked like serrations, wrapped tightly around crocodile toenails and cut them up with a crazy bite.

Under their near-insane attack, the muddy dirt scum continued to fall and the crocodile's toenails had been slightly damaged.

And in front of the crocodile, some of the tall and majestic ancient trees actually struggled to pull their roots out, little by little escaping the crocodile's path. But there are still a few Fae plants that are not afraid to die, and they are still courageously attacking the crocodile.

They look like sunflowers, but the bright yellow petals that open at the top of the finely shredded stalk are actually a woman's face. They were also attacked in a simple way by spraying sticky, stinky acid venom from the little mouth of that woman's face.

And many vines hanging in the middle of the jungle began to twist wildly, tearing open a horrible big mouth at the edge full of fine horror teeth. If there are organisms passing near them, I'm afraid they just need one punch to chew their skulls off.

Grimm's young face had a disgusting look.

The jungle is like a disguised giant beast, and the crocodile breaks into it and immediately triggers all the latent crises here. If you don't have enough strength to get here by mistake, I'm afraid you won't be able to save even a piece of bone in the end.

Imagine if there were no crocodile steps, I'm afraid those mutant buds hidden in plain green grass would slice the foot plate of the organism with leaves from which to drill into the organism and enjoy a warm meat meal. And those ancient trees that can walk on their own are probably legendary demons, and once wrapped around their roots, ordinary creatures can only end up eating all their flesh and blood.

As for the horror plants and disguised serpents, they are just parasites beside tree demons, and although not worth mentioning, they are outnumbered. If you get caught up in them, it's a very troublesome thing.

Grimm raised his head slightly and reached out his finger, one of them hanging from a tall ancient tree next to him, approaching his vine suddenly erupted. In a blazing flame, the cane struggled with intense distortion, and the horrible blades widened with frowning odd hisses.

Unfortunately, no matter how wildly it struggles, it cannot escape its doom. Burning flames quickly devoured its body, turning it into flying ash and spreading it down.

Perhaps perceiving the intruder's dilemma, the jungle sounded a fine whisper, and countless Fae plants began to try to escape the crocodile's location.

After effectively deterring these magical plants, which do not know the immensity of heaven and earth, the crocodile continues to make heavy strides into the jungle.

As they marched a distance, Grimm looked back, and when they came, the road had once again been blocked by strange plants that had been diverted. It appears that these magical plants are unwilling to slip away food and still delude themselves into eating Grim's flesh.

The next wave of attacks came from monsters living in the magical jungle.

Most commonly bred in nature are jungle beasts, which, when absorbed by air free elemental energy, can evolve into terrible warcraft, thus possessing the ability to use elemental power. But monsters, unlike warcraft, do not evolve naturally, but are more like monsters polluted by variations in the heavens and the earth.

Their species are complex, their abilities are incredible, and so far no wizard has dared to slap his chest and say that he understands all the demonic species. It can be said that every time you pour in a pristine, obscure jungle, you may find some new monsters in it.

And they, too, are often scarier and weirder than monsters!

The first wave swept out of the depths of the jungle was a swarm of mutant coyotes.

Dark red bodily freaks, most of whose hair has fallen off, reveal the myriad dark spots of abscesses hidden beneath. And what's even weirder is that they're all double-headed wolves. Scary wolf heads, white fangs, dripping green mouthfuls along the corners of their mouths, and strange fluorescence haunting the depths of their big mouths...

Their movements are robust, and their robust bodies are comparable to jungle lion tigers. As they flew out of the jungle in groups, the chilling wolves howled all over the sky.

pū pū pū...

A series of translucent wind blades and snake-shaped lightning on the head splitting cover instantly submerged the huge body of the crocodile.

Some of these double-headed giant wolves fly across the periphery, constantly attacking the crocodile with their magic tricks, while others howl to the side of the crocodile, madly attacking the clay outside the crocodile with half-inch long sharp toenails and cold-bloomed horror teeth.

Grimm looked a little pale.

With just one round of attack, the alligator's mud has been heavily damaged, and Grimm would probably have been hit by the enemy's face if it hadn't been for the support of the native hunter.

Each of these double-headed giant wolves is not very powerful, and at best it is the strength of an intermediate apprentice. But when hundreds of giant wolves converge into a mobile army, Demon Alligator hunters with high apprenticeship power can't resist!

Grimm bit his teeth and gently threw an elemental core.

Soon, when it fell on the ground, a rocky python more terrifying than the crocodile burst out of the ground.

The thick body of the python consists entirely of rock and has a lumen diameter of more than 2 meters. A giant like this flexibly rushed into the wolves and instantly started a bloody wave in the jungle.

The Elemental and Physical Attacks of the Double-Headed Giant Wolf can shake the Alligator's defenses, but it cannot touch or bite the solid body of the Python. So the battle between the two sides was more like a one-sided massacre, and the wolves soon fell into a tragic fate of defeat!