A dense black forest blazed with fire, flames soaring into the heavens and dyeing the sky crimson. Countless Crimson Fireballs streaked across the firmament and crashed into the woods.
Thunderous explosions rang out as black trees were struck by the Crimson Fireballs and instantly burned to ash, leaving the ground pocked with craters.
More than a dozen Dark Yin Sect disciples flew swiftly over the black forest, their faces filled with panic.
Lin Xuan frowned deeply. According to their intelligence, there should have been no restrictions here. Yet the moment they ventured deeper into this place, they triggered restrictions—it was truly bizarre.
Two shrill male screams rang out. Two Dark Yin Sect disciples were struck by a dense barrage of Crimson Fireballs and immediately swallowed by raging flames, their speed slowing. More Crimson Fireballs crashed down, sending flames soaring skyward.
Lin Xuan's expression changed, and he hurriedly added another layer of defense.
Half an hour later, they flew out of the forest. No more Crimson Fireballs fell from the sky, but the void above the forest remained crimson, forming a stark contrast with the azure sky in the distance.
Song Lei's expression turned ugly. It seemed they had to take a detour. If they continued along the original route, their losses would certainly be severe. Perhaps changing routes would allow them to pass safely.
"Martial Uncle Song, are we still following the original route?"
The black-skirted young woman asked cautiously, her face tense.
"Let's change routes! If we don't, our losses may be even greater."
Song Lei sighed, his tone full of helplessness.
Ahead lay a vast grassland beside an enormous black lake. According to the original route map, they were supposed to pass through the grassland. If they took a detour, they could only travel across the black lake.