His figure swayed slightly, moving like light smoke, closely following the massive iron shadow that was continuously causing the ground to tremble and mountains to shake in the darkness. Wang Daoxuan waved his horsetail whisk, creating a gust of wind beneath his feet, while Sha Lifei uttered a low curse and agilely followed like a lynx.
Something is indeed wrong here.
The deeper they went into the mountains, the stronger the sinister feeling grew.
Initially, the smell in the forest changed.
The fresh scent of wet soil and greenery vanished, replaced by a pungent, sweet yet rotten moldy odor that desperately drilled into the nostrils, spinning the mind into a dizzy state.
The fallen leaves underfoot were no longer soft, but instead carried a slippery and sticky sensation that sent chills down the spine, as if stepping on decaying entrails.
