Black-winged Centipede
翻訳者: EndlessFantasy Translation 編集者: EndlessFantasy Translation
The black mists drifted like silk or threads above the Forest of Death. They looked like the most exquisite and perfect crape as a whole, forming a sinister picture scroll while they danced with the breeze.
Xue Boren looked at the black mists in the sky and was afraid, so he quickly looked away and said, "Younger Brother Tianrui, it's not early, so let's quickly enter the forest. Blood crystals and great items that can be exchanged for spirit ores or absorbed for cultivation so the more, the better." He breathed out the murky air inside his chest and began to look fervent.
Ou Yangming nodded. With that, they entered the Forest of Death one after another.
As soon as they entered, Ou Yangming felt an invisible pressure on his shoulders, and it came from above. His face changed as he asked, "Senior, why do I sense an oppressive feeling?"