"Perhaps there is still a glimmer of hope." Just as Wu Dao was despairing, Liu Hun squinted his eyes slightly and murmured softly.
"Hmm? What kind of hope?" Hearing Liu Hun's words, Wu Dao's eyes suddenly lit up; he had almost pinned all his hopes on Liu Hun now. If Liu Hun had no way, he had even less.
"Take a closer look. The growth speed of these vines and Death's Eye seems to have slowed down considerably, meaning they have stopped shrinking their area." Liu Hun stared intently at the surrounding vines and replied slowly to Wu Dao beside him.
Upon hearing Liu Hun's words, Wu Dao cast a skeptical glance to either side. Indeed, the growth speed of these vines had become very slow, as if consolidating their previous encirclement.
"But what's the use? We don't even dare to touch these things; if we do, we might as well end up dead here!" Seeing this, Wu Dao replied to Liu Hun with a somewhat helpless expression.
