Black mists drifted about the Forest of Death, making it look like a forgotten world.
It was bright and breezy outside the forest, where it gave forth the odor of early spring. On the contrary, the Forest of Death was quiet, deep, and dark, where killing intents were lurking everywhere. It seemed like an invisible line was separating the 2 areas.
Inside the Illusion Formation, Ou Yangming stood with his hands behind his back. He smiled and carried a distinguished temperament
An unusual luster was seen in Xue Xuanle's eyes as she stole a glance at him. Her cheeks were as pink as peach flowers, but the color quickly faded away.
At this moment, a white crystal in Ou Yangming's hand flickered. The light resembled mist but also colored glass at the same time.
The white crystal was a mini round board. It was gentle and cold, and it gave a shocking sense of touch. It was the Illusion Formation's central hub, which controlled all of the rune nodes.
