"Ah!" The moment he stepped into the forest, a pained scream reached Xu Zimo's ears.
Xu Zimo turned to look and saw a corpse hanging from branches not far away, concealed beneath the dense forest.
Judging by the clothing, it should have been a disciple of Jingxiao Peak.
Branches had pierced through his back and chest, directly gouging out his heart.
Then, eyes and a mouth actually grew on that tree. It tossed the heart into its mouth and ate it while grinning sinisterly at Xu Zimo.
"Provocation?" Xu Zimo raised an eyebrow slightly and struck down with his palm. The tree did not even have time to react before it was annihilated beneath his palm.
Xu Zimo discovered something interesting. He had only taken a few steps into this forest, yet he could no longer find the exit.
It was as though the forest was constantly shifting and changing.
Inside Demon Mist Forest, Xue Qingming was leading a group of Taixiao Peak disciples as they fled without pause.
"Senior Brother Xue, what should we do?" a disciple beside him asked anxiously.
"This forest is probably not so simple. Fleeing around without any pattern like this, I'm afraid our hopes are slim."
"It's all Bixiao Peak's fault for setting us up," a disciple beside them snorted coldly.
"We're fellow disciples, yet they actually wanted us dead."
"Don't you know the rules? Life and death are none of anyone's concern," Xue Qingming said blandly.
"If we encounter danger later, don't worry about anything else. Crush your Space Token immediately."
As they fled swiftly, everyone vigilantly watched their surroundings.
Suddenly, a Branch lashed over from not far away.
Before anyone could dodge, countless densely packed branches emerged beneath their feet and surrounded them.
"What kind of damned place is this?" a