The running slowed, and the crisp sounds of stepping on dry branches and vines dissipated.
Lu Li halted and furrowed his brow.
It was a large tree that starkly contrasted with the withered ones around it. The baseline of Shadow Swamp lacked vitality, dead and dreary, a swath of dim despair, a dead swamp.
But this tree radiated a completely opposite vitality. Though it bore no green buds and its branches were extensively damaged by the hurricane, this strange feeling still persisted, as though it was still alive, still breathing.
"Is that... a human arm extending out of the tree hollow?"
Anna lowered her voice as if afraid of awakening this bizarre tree. She had the same feeling, even stronger than Lu Li's.
Perceiving no malice from the tree, Lu Li's hand moved away from the Spirit-Calling Gun, his gaze fixed on the tree hollow.
