บท 1499: Grey Parasol Sword Sect

The next morning, the forest had become a miracle.

Wind rose.

Wild wind.

Red leaves falling off the trees flowing along with the wind, and it almost dyed the entire City of Chaos red. What a unique scene in the world!

Nobody would spend one thousand years on some Iron Maples to create a view like this!

…

The trees almost became a strong wall. Tree trunks almost touched each other, densely covered the entire place.

Ye Xiao was thinking about building walls for the Hall of Life and Death…

Now he didn't need any walls!

Branches of the trees were dozens of feet thick, crossing each other, and the leaves on the trees made a perfect giant roof.

The trees crowded together as if nothing could get through the wall of trees, not even an ant.

There was only one opening where one might get into the forest.