Merlin looked at the Death Tree that had been harvested with indifferent eyes.
He took his eyes off the tree and headed further into the depths of the forest.
The Death Forest covered thousands of miles. The first three hundred miles area was called the border of the forest. A large number of pilgrims were always circling in this section. Five hundred miles further was the middle of the forest. It, overcrowded with beasts, was home to the kings. And as for the true deep area, no one had ever entered that part before. Many people speculated that it was home to Legendary Spirit Beasts.
Merlin continued to soar into the depths; many times, he would find Death Trees, but all of their fruits had already been harvested.
Merlin indifferently flicked his sleeves and flew away quickly.
“It seems the edge of the forest has been completely harvested.” The deep blue eyes flashed.
Then he was no longer interested in the Death Trees in this area.