Oceania, Death Forest, heading east.
Though no enemy appeared, Wang Zhan felt an oppressive sensation deep within his heart, which disturbed his peace of mind.
Due to his warning, Yao Yao also became anxious. Like a desperate mandarin duck, she gathered all her energy, carrying Wang Zhan as they fled far away.
To avoid attracting attention, they took detours along small paths, not daring to confront anything or anyone inside the Death Forest.
"Wang Zhan, what's happening? Why is…" Yao Yao was about to ask.
Looking at him, she saw his brows were knitted tightly, growing even tighter, as if a malevolent spirit pursued him. Her heart softened for a moment, but she immediately refocused on desperately fleeing.
Wang Zhan glanced at the rapidly whizzing scenery, all of it eerie and treacherous.
"I don't know, but I feel it's very dangerous. So, run. Keep running. Unless I tell you to stop, don't stop under any circumstances."
His face looked exhausted and horrified.
