Baili An and Fang Geyu faintly perceived this phenomenon, but instead of relaxing their vigilance, they became even more cautious.
For they knew that once there was something more powerful and terrifying roaming unrestrained in this forest, it would undoubtedly be an increasingly inevitable disaster for them.
Here, the legends of taboo were sealed, a land of evil conditions where even the Ghost would not dare to roam at will.
As the three of them ventured deeper, the forest gradually thinned, its dense tree shadows darkened by the blackness becoming sparse, and the ground underfoot turned exceptionally hard, as though they were stepping on some cold crystal.
The woodlands on either side seemed to have suffered the breath of a demon in charge of the icy pits of Hell, solidifying into clusters of beautiful ice-blue corals.
There was no light in this place, but there were fleeting, chilly lights reflecting out of the ice-blue corals.
