By this point, Lu Xin had already smashed through four or five Flowers of Death in a row. His body was covered in wounds.
But he did not mind at all, as if those wounds had not appeared on his body in the first place.
His face held only excitement as he charged forward in great strides.
It felt like smashing walnuts with brute force. After breaking three hammers in a row, the walnut had finally begun to crack.
"Ehehe..."
Sister was very happy. Her eyes shone, and she laughed with unusual excitement.
"Hehehehe..."
Dad was laughing too, seemingly delighted by this feeling of destruction, by the sensation that no one could stop him.
Only Mom seemed somewhat helpless. She gently shook her head.
"We're about to succeed..."
Lu Xin was less than ten meters from the Dead Man's Forest. Only two Flowers of Death remained in his path. He was growing excited as well and was preparing to charge straight into the Dead Man's Forest and find that person in one final push.
But unexpectedly, the instant his foot came down, his hands and feet suddenly trembled for no apparent reason.
A piercing pain appeared out of nowhere. It felt as if he had stepped on a nail.
The sudden pain made Lu Xin's body spring up from the ground. He flipped high into the air, then landed on one foot.
When he looked down, he found that his sole was perfectly fine, without the slightest wound.
Just as he stood there in confusion, even more Flowers of Death drifted over, their slender petals hooking toward Lu Xin.
"Was that an illusion?"
Lu Xin was puzzled. As he wondered about it, his body twisted, dodging the attack of a Flower of Death's petal. He then stepped onto the slope