Dark shadows pervaded the forest as the sheer density of the canopy blocked the sunlight, and the earthy scents of plant life saturated the damp air.
This place already seemed to resemble the intermediate level. Only Tang Wulin had set foot there before, and it had been an unforgettable experience in which he first bore witness to Wu Zhangkong’s overwhelming power. Thousand-year and ten-thousand-year soul beasts had fallen one after the other before him, dropping like flies.
“Stay alert, everyone. The foliage limits my wind birds’ vision,” Gu Yue warned in a low voice.
Tang Wulin slowed his pace. It was unwise to rush forward in this environment.
“Captain, do you think we can cross into the intermediate level if we venture deep enough?” Xu Xiaoyan asked.
Tang Wulin shook his head. “I don’t know. Teacher Wu never spoke about it.”
“It’s possible,” Gu Yue interjected.
“Really?” Tang Wulin turned to her.