Looking out, mists and clouds entwined. At the same time, this was an ocean of trees, a paradise for birds.
Branch connected to branch, leaf piled upon leaf.
The setting sun appeared less sharp under the twilight haze, as if the flames were veiled in a layer of white gauze.
Tang Yi couldn't afford to delay.
Every moment was precious to him.
The sooner he found Spear God and destroyed his biochemical research that could control the world, the sooner he could prevent a terrible disaster from happening.
He had paid a high price for a boat, which now sailed along the river, facing the setting sun, burrowing into the depths of the rainforest.
Inside the jungle, it was both damp and sweltering, hard for one to adapt.
At night, the temperature plummeted, and bursts of cold wind penetrated to the bone.
Rain lashed against faces, stinging like a barrage of arrows.