Nan Yiyi and Luo Yan disappeared from the forest.
After devouring the two of them, the dense and strange black fog gradually dissipated and disappeared.
The forest was quiet.
A breeze blew, stirring the mottled shadows of the trees.
The stream gurgled, and the rings tinkled.
Everything returned to its original state. It was as if nothing had happened.
…
A black swamp spread out endlessly. There were gray-white reeds swaying in the wind.
At a glance, the world was vast.
Nan Yifan stood at the edge of the swamp. If he went any further, he would step into this dark and terrifying swamp.
A cold and gloomy aura came from all directions, including him. There was also a faint smell of blood and something rotten that was nauseating.
Nan Yifan frowned and suppressed the turbulence in his chest. If not for Yuxing, I wouldn't have come to this place… But now, there is really no other way.
