Chapter 370 Deerhead Spirit

"Nice view!"

Roger stood atop a tree, looking out at the distant scenery. The green forest stretched and undulated, merging with the faraway sky on the horizon.

One could experience a feeling completely different from being at sea within the forest.

He took a deep breath. Roger exclaimed sincerely, "Maybe this is the breath of nature."

"Huh..."

Just then, a repressed, frenzied growl came from not too far behind him in the jungle.

"A beast, monster?"

Roger turned around and saw a pair of large antlers emerging from the woods.

"A deer, here?"

He muttered somewhat curiously.

"Rustle rustle."

The next moment, the leaves parted like a tide, as if the plants had animal senses, desperately avoiding something terrifying.

"Thud."

A figure stepped out, its foot sinking into the leaf-covered dirt.

And the ease on Roger's face completely solidified.

"Can't be this unlucky, right?"