Green Moore Forest.
This was an inconspicuous forest nestled among the mountains. Its name came from the native tongue, and almost no one knew what it meant. Towering trees stood densely throughout it, their branches and leaves lush and thick, like an enormous tent that blocked any view from above, turning the forest into an independent kingdom of its own.
"Crack! Boom!"
Accompanied by the sound of snapping branches, Richard descended from the sky and landed heavily on the forest floor.
Raising his head, Richard swept his gaze around. Without any hesitation, he pushed off with his foot and shot toward the depths of the forest, searching for Long Mei Er.
After traveling several hundred meters, he saw extensive scorch marks, frost, and other traces of spells on the forest floor. His heart stirred, and he accelerated again, heading deeper into the forest even faster.
A few minutes later, an explosion boomed from the side as he traveled.
A Strong Wind howled through the trees, making their branches rustle.
"Snap!"
Richard stopped, glanced toward where the sound had come from, adjusted his direction, and continued onward.
After advancing more than a hundred meters, he caught a strong scent of blood.
After another two hundred meters, he saw the forest floor littered with the corpses of countless beasts, nearly piled into a small mountain. Many of the beast corpses had bizarre forms—some had two heads, others three eyes.
Were they all Singular Species...? A thought flashed through his mind.
After another three hundred meters, the smell of blood became even stronger. The air seemed to have turned liquid, with blood nearly pouring into his nostrils. A dense odor of rust permeated every corner around him.
Richard furrowed his brow deeply. He saw that by this point, the number of beast corpses