Who could have imagined, before he even finished his sentence, Fan Wu had already, without any hesitation, walked in.
The Nanjun County Prince urgently took a deep breath of the air outside, which was still considerably fresher.
Then he held his breath.
And immediately followed after.
Although inhaling deeply and then holding one's breath can't be sustained for very long, it's still better than blindly rushing in like some hotheaded youth.
The core area of the Great Demon Forbidden Land was clearly different from the outside. As long as Fan Wu wasn't blind, he could sense that the miasma in this place was even more sinister and eerie than outside.
Fan Wu glanced at a tree next to him; this tree before his eyes, he no longer knew whether to call it a "tree."
The rough bark of the tree, like the skin of the Nanjun County Prince, was covered in one sore after another.
From these sores, pus was continuously oozing out.
