Along the way, Lin Xin occasionally looked up at each of those giant fruits.
He faintly sensed the Red Flower Sword vibrating and thrilling. Yin Mantuo seemed to be extremely interested in these fruits, continually conveying a sense of greed.
Because of this, he had to run spiritual energy to firmly suppress it.
Faintly, he felt that this place seemed to be of great help to him. The air subtly filled with a rich scent of vitality, but it wasn't normal vitality—rather, it was a distorted, withering, about to rot type of vitality.
A group of people cautiously advanced along the branches.
They hadn't gone far when a giant black eagle with a body over ten meters long suddenly darted out from the leaves.
The giant eagle spread its wings, breaking a swath of fine branches and leaves, and swooped toward the group from afar.
Screech!!
A sharp cry.
