With the Elf King overseeing things, they encountered no obstacles and progressed very smoothly.
A few hours later, the group finally arrived at the edge of the Forest of Death.
Qin Sisi looked up, and a sense of desolate eeriness immediately arose in her heart.
In the forest, which was so vast it seemed endless, each tree had lost its vitality. Just as the three young men had said, all the green leaves had fallen, leaving only the charred black trunks in bizarre postures.
The sunlight seemed to dim as it reached here, casting an aura of gloom and loneliness over the forest, as if it was forever trapped in a bleak twilight.
The ground had dried to the point of cracking, and everywhere was filled with the dead and silent scenery, truly living up to the name of the Forest of Death.
Moreover, the dry land was expanding at a rate visible to the naked eye; the dark brown fertile, moist soil gradually turned parched.
