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Stepping on the colorful fallen leaves scattered all over the ground.
From beneath my feet came a sensation like stepping on soft snow, followed by the compressed leaves not being crushed nor pressed into the earth, but instead transforming into a foul air that slowly dispersed in the atmosphere.
That dizzying sensation of suffocation grew even deeper.
Zhu Minglang subconsciously grabbed the Grass Beads around his neck, cursing in his heart.
You're just a tree; can't you just absorb the sunlight and purify the lovely air of this world? Why do you have to do these peculiar things which only bring curses upon you, and what else can you possibly gain from it??
Beneath my feet were not only the instantly rotting leaves but also invisible muddy marshes.
When I entered here, it was a dazzling forest, but stepping inside, I could feel the forest's extreme hostility.
