The jungle is dense and lush.
Towering ancient trees block out the sun, resembling a primordial forest.
Although the sun is shining in the sky, the whole forest exudes a eerie atmosphere, surrounded by deathly silence, not even the sound of insects or birds.
"Whoo..."
A gust of strong wind swept through, causing fallen leaves to flutter.
It was as if Yin souls were wailing; besides fallen leaves, there was also a lot of white powder fluttering in the wind, which was bone powder formed from the weathering of white bones.
The entire ground had no soil, only endless white bone powder, and the towering trees around were all growing from the bone powder, forming a complete bone forest.
Lying unconscious on the ground, Chen Nan seemed to feel the chill, his body shivering involuntarily.
