To be honest, these Forest Spirits really were not much to look at.
They were all tiny, like little fireflies—so small that a pinch between two fingers could kill one.
But although these Forest Spirits were small, they made up for it in numbers.
Like flying locusts, once they stirred, they blotted out the sky.
Wherever they passed, not a scrap remained.
The reason Jiangli had told Yang Qing and the others to rest where they were was that he feared they would venture into the woods and disturb the Forest Spirits. Not only would they fail to deal with them, they would end up delaying their important business.
Bu Er, however, felt that with these creatures' abilities, even resting outside the woods would not keep them safe from their schemes.
Since that was the case, they might as well confront them head-on.
Wasn't it said that everything in this world had something that could subdue it?
Since these woods were still intact, there had to be something inside that the Forest Spirits feared.
Otherwise, how could there still be any woods here? They would have been razed to the ground long ago.
What had occurred to Bu Er later occurred to Yang Qing as well.
Bu Er was right. Since they were already here, why not give it a try?
Perhaps they could even profit from a clash between the two forces within the woods.
"Still, we really can't underestimate these Forest Spirits. Once we enter the woods, be careful in everything you do."
Following Jiangli's instructions, Yang Qing and the others had put their Black Tortoise Heavy Armor back on, helmets included, and had covered their mouths and noses as well.
Only after checking one another and finding nothing overlooked did they slowly rise, each holding a torch,