The Unfamiliar Voice
As Bi Fan puzzled over it, countless black hands dripping with disgusting slime shot up from the dense forest below, reaching for him. At a glance, they looked like ghostly hands stretching out of hell to drag people down into it.
Bi Fan glanced at the black hands reaching toward him and swung the Taiyi Sword.
Countless sword intents enveloped and ravaged the space below him. One black hand after another was shredded in an instant, falling downward like black rain.
When the black rain fell on the trees, it immediately seeped inside them. When it hit the ground, it rolled toward the other black rain as if alive, gathering into clumps before rolling toward the nearest black tree. As soon as it touched the tree, it sank inside. The black branches and leaves—shaped like viscous liquid—rustled and swayed, then stretched toward Bi Fan once more.
"How can they still not be destroyed?" Bi Fan murmured with a frown.
Those black trees seemed alive. The sword qi of the Taiyi Sword could not destroy them.
Bi Fan felt more and more certain that something was wrong.
Watching the black hands gather again and reach for him, he blurred and dodged them. He swung the Taiyi Sword again, shredding them once more. This time, he did not linger. He descended into the strange black forest of trees bearing eyeballs, and his sword qi enveloped a vast swath of it. One bizarre tree after another was instantly shattered, splattering across the ground like liquid.
It looked like a black swamp, and it gave off an indescribably foul stench that made him sick.
Bi Fan hovered three zhang above the ground, gazing at the black swamp he had created around him, his eyes narrowed.
The surface of the black swamp