Three hundred and twenty-eight. Under the white light

The surging darkness flowed beside him, slowly consuming the feeble glow of the oil lamp.

The light that symbolized safety was diminishing bit by bit.

Sinister whispers reverberated in the darkness, a malevolent gaze fixed on Lu Li beneath the oil lamp.

Several meters away, a hazy white light spilled down, dispersing the darkness like a sanctuary light.

That might be the light prepared by the Mother of the Marsh for Lu Li.

Only... as Lu Li looked around at the engulfing darkness and the tangible malice, moving towards it was almost like announcing his presence to the entities in the dark, "I am here."

The path he had entered through had already disappeared, overtaken by the omnipresent darkness.

It seemed as if the inside and outside of the great banyan tree were divided into two different spaces.

Just then, the oil lamp flickered several times, its flame growing even weaker. Its kerosene should have been enough to last half a day.

In the darkness, Lu Li would die.