After resting for an entire day, Chu Mu continued on his way.
Walking along this dim forest path, shrouded in darkness like a black night, Chu Mu even wondered if there might be soul pets from the Netherworld in this gloom-laden, slightly putrid forest.
The Netherworld's soul pets were generally enveloped by the breath of death, formed from the discarded corpses in the wild that gradually absorbed these deathly auras.
Chu Mu had seldom interacted with creatures from the Netherworld and hence knew little about them. It was said that there was a vast land densely populated by countless undead, teeming with the soul pets of the Netherworld...
After crossing a patch of muddy land, like a swamp, Chu Mu could unmistakably sense the intensifying aura of death around him, a deathly stench that made breathing somewhat difficult.
"Creak, creak ~~~~~~~~~~~~"
