In the Forest of Death, dozens of miles away from Zelano City, there was black vegetation everywhere. These plants nourished by death energy were highly corrosive. Any non-undead life form here could suffer the shadow of death at any time.
Shen Yanxiao held the wooden bow in her hand and walked through the dense forest. Without the help of her battle aura, her speed was greatly restricted.
Shen Yanxiao could not imagine that she would become like this one day.
Her strength had returned to her weak state, and the only weapon she could use was a pure wooden bow without any magical cores.
Shen Yanxiao could feel that her body was spontaneously absorbing the little vitality left in the bow. In order to not absorb it too quickly, she could only wrap a thick cloth around her palm to isolate some of her aura.
She did not want her weapon to be scrapped before she could even find a target.
