As the sun set, they lost track of the Trey Clan's group and found themselves in a large, fog-covered forest. The humidity here was noticeably heavier than in the previous areas, and the air was filled with a cold, damp chill. Up above, at a height of over ten meters, the usual web-like tangle of vines and branches was absent, allowing rare glimmers of light to filter through.
Luo Chen surveyed the surroundings, seeing only the vague outlines of trees amidst the swirling fog, as though something terrifying might leap out from the mist at any moment. His heart tightened, and he couldn't help but grip his weapon tightly.
"Everyone, be careful," Carefree Meng Lan warned in a low voice. "There's something off about this place."
