The canopy above was so dense that no sunlight could penetrate it.
However, the temperature in the forest was not low at all; instead, it was as warm as spring, without a hint of chill.
Gu Lie led the way at the front, his arms swinging as the blood-red Flying Sword sliced left and right, neatly cleaving through the obstructing bushes and leaves.
Since the miasma was almost completely diluted on the ground, it became denser higher up, so they all had to give up flying on swords and proceed on foot.
Suddenly, a giant python dropped from a tree and in the blink of an eye swallowed him from head to toe, whole.
The next second, the blood-colored Flying Sword slashed the python open from the inside, and Gu Lie casually appeared from behind another tree, spotless, evidently untouched.
Wei Dongliu watched clearly from behind: The moment the python fell, Gu Lie had dodged at high speed using some kind of technique.