As he walked, Su Mu noticed that the grass around him was getting taller.
Originally, it only reached Su Mu's thighs, but now it was almost up to his shoulders, and the stones on the ground were also getting larger, as if he had walked into the land of giants, where everything around him was several times bigger.
Continuing forward, Su Mu felt the ground beneath his feet becoming softer, yet it wasn't a swamp, nor was there water on the ground, but stepping on it felt like walking on cotton.
He had walked about several hundred meters.
Ugh—
That sharp, mournful scream sounded again, now very clear and seemingly very close, just up ahead.
Su Mu suppressed his presence and slowed his steps, moving through the bushes and weeds, and then he saw a line of strangely shaped trees up ahead.
These trees grew in all directions, twisted and crooked, like countless hands reaching out, the branches intertwined and entangled as if forming a wall of trees, blocking Su Mu's path forward.
