The wind rustled softly as if a young girl's tender hand was gently caressing her lover's body.
At this moment, Qi Gaojie, Hu Jiahui, and three others were staring at you with disbelief because a green mist was emanating from your body. This mist began to spread slowly, stabilizing about five meters around you.
"Crack, crack, crack..."
"What's that noise, do you hear it?"
Xu Jiao's voice trembled as she clutched Hu Jiahui's arm tightly, leaning close to him for comfort.
"Trees! The trees!" Zhang Zhaoyuan's voice seemed choked as he pointed at the trees around you, aghast. "The trees are withering!"
Indeed, all trees engulfed in the green mist were visibly withering at a noticeable rate. Soon, everyone realized it wasn't just the trees withering; the roots of the plants and the moist soil were also drying out and quickly turning into sand!
