Qin Siyang glanced back.
The sea lay as still as a spread of black cloth, without a single ripple.
"Did I... pick the wrong one?"
When he looked ahead again, Qin Siyang's heart sank.
The forest on the island had looked perfectly normal, but once he set foot on it, he suddenly realized that the supposed trunks were all white bone. Faces of all sorts of unidentifiable creatures grew beneath the bark, and the branches and leaves were bone shards as thin as blades.
Whenever the sea breeze blew, the entire forest rang with crisp, tinkling sounds.
Qin Siyang tightened his grip on the Godslayer Spear and muttered, "Looks like I picked the wrong one."
He took a step back.
The moment his heel touched the ground, the sea behind him vanished, replaced by a towering wall piled from white bones.
Countless inward-curving finger bones grew from the wall, like innumerable hands pushing him back into the forest.
Qin Siyang shook his head.
"If I want to leave, I'll probably have to explore this place first."
No sooner had he spoken than the bone tree closest to him moved.
Its roots burrowed out of the ground and silently wound toward his ankles.
By the time Qin Siyang looked down, a white bone root had already reached the edge of his boot.
He raised his foot and stomped down.
Crack.
The root shattered.
At the same time, a shrill whistle cut through the air overhead.
A bone branch slashed down at an angle, sweeping past his shoulder.
Qin Siyang immediately dodged aside.
Slash.
The bone branch opened a cut on his left arm.
Beads of blood rolled down.
Qin Siyang stared at his bare arm, completely stunned.
"Wait, where's my Crimson Armor?! How did I get stripped just by stepping onto