He had just felt that something was off.
According to Lu Song's description of Ghost Cry Valley, the valley floor should have been a winding path from start to finish, only wide enough for one person to pass.
Yet at some point, that originally narrow trail had turned into a broad avenue reaching for the heavens. The muddy ground had become a tidal-flat swamp, while the cliffs on both sides had grown even taller and more majestic.
Even the weeds that had once barely reached their ankles had now become a forest...
"What is going on?"
Jiang Fan was horrified.
He had cultivated for decades, crossed several realms, witnessed the Time Law and Space Law, and even possessed a Great Dao Mark.
Yet he had never encountered anything like this.
Such a method could only be described as remaking heaven and earth.
What kind of immense power could achieve such a thing?
There was no time to think.
"Wuuu..."
The pangolin had already noticed the two tiny insects.
Its thick limbs suddenly stamped against the ground, and its enormous body, like a moving mountain range, came crashing toward Jiang Fan and Jiang Ming.
"Damn it!"
"Are pangolins this ferocious too?"
Jiang Fan cursed inwardly and growled.
"Run!"
Almost the instant the pangolin moved, he grabbed Jiang Ming and dashed toward the boundless forest to the side.
But the terrible part was that their reduced size brought not only a drastic change in perspective, but also an absolute disadvantage in speed.
Every step they took seemed as slow as wriggling in the pangolin's perception.
Behind them, a foul wind pressed down overhead. That enormous shadow bore down on them with the force of withering dry weeds and crushing rotten wood.
Along the way, those towering trees transformed from grass stalks snapped