But the feeling of suffocation was like a giant hand, gripping her neck tightly.
Soon, Xie Qinglan's eyes bulged. No matter how she struggled, she couldn't break through the great net to escape.
Just when she felt she couldn't hold her breath any longer, something black suddenly emerged from the swamp, transforming into dark shadows that shot toward her.
'What are these things?'
Xie Qinglan was horrified. Her instincts screamed that this was bad!
The dark shadows coiled around her like countless fine threads, rapidly burrowing into her body.
"AHHH—"
Xie Qinglan let out an agonized scream. The fine threads were burrowing into her meridians without any resistance.
As they moved, excruciating pain erupted from every part of her body.
The pain instantly twisted Xie Qinglan's lovely face into a horrifying mask.
The black threads writhed like countless earthworms beneath her skin. An ordinary person would have likely fainted on the spot at the sight.
"AHHH—"
