A state of depleted stamina was hardly conducive to battle.
The best and fastest way to replenish stamina was to eat—eat large quantities of food rich in energy and vital essence.
That was why Ye Tian had chosen to hunt and cook.
After eating his fill, he continued on his journey.
Half a day later, Ye Tian caught sight of the lush, ink-green forest.
He released his divine sense and surveyed his surroundings.
Then, with firm steps, he walked toward the dense dark-green pine forest.
From afar, the pine forest looked exceptionally beautiful. Its fragrance was fresh, and the space itself assaulted the senses.
Ye Tian saw no heavy fog, nor did he seem to sense any danger.
Without the slightest hesitation, he quickened his pace toward the pine forest.
Since he did not know the Flying Feather Army's arrangements here, Ye Tian could only seek a swift battle and swift victory.
As he walked, he noticed that something was wrong.
Unknowingly, a sheet of blood mist had shrouded the surroundings.
Ye Tian immediately released his divine sense and held his breath.
All sorts of whispers and screams came from the blood mist, but he ignored those disturbances with his powerful will.
Ye Tian was certain that the blood mist contained a familiar yet nauseating fiendish will.
The demonic energy was faint, however. Certain that the blood mist posed little threat, he looked around.
Within the blood mist, the once tall, ink-green pines had become blurred as well.
Even when Ye Tian used spiritual energy, he could not see very far.
He looked up. The sky was faintly red, while the crowns of the massive pine trees seemed entirely soaked in blood, leaving only rough crimson outlines visible.
The higher they rose, the more strangely twisted the pine branches became.