This time, Zhao Fu made some simple preparations before setting off directly for the deepest part of the Terror Forest.
The trees here were incomparably tall, their canopies blotting out the sky and sun, several times taller than the trees outside. Spiritual energy was abundant, and low-grade spirit herbs could be seen everywhere. Since they were too low-grade, Zhao Fu could not be bothered to gather them.
At the same time, the easygoing feeling from the outer forest had vanished. This place exuded an oppressive, tense atmosphere everywhere; every spot seemed capable of concealing deadly danger. The depths of the Terror Forest were indeed perilous.
Suddenly!
A black shadow sprang out from one side and lunged at Zhao Fu. Zhao Fu casually drew his sword, sending out a flash of sword light that struck the attacking figure flying.
It was a creature somewhat resembling a weasel, grayish-white all over and slightly larger than an ordinary village dog. Its strength had already reached Tier 2.
There was now a deep wound on the creature's front shoulder, blood slowly flowing from it. It was clearly badly injured.
Zhao Fu's strength was already comparable to that of a City Lord. A casual stroke of his sword was enough to inflict grievous wounds on this creature.
Despite such severe injuries, the creature still tried to attack once more, only to have Zhao Fu's sword pierce its throat and kill it.
Within the Terror Forest, practically all creatures were Tier 2 or above; otherwise, they could not survive here. Zhao Fu became more vigilant as well.
After glancing at the creature's corpse, Zhao Fu found that its materials were ordinary. He did not even care for blue-grade materials now, much less such ordinary ones, and was about to leave when he suddenly thought of something.