A gust of wind blew through, the leaves rustled, and within the surges of mist, there seemed to emanate a certain chilling breath.
Lin Yi had climbed mountains before, experiencing the rhythmic sensation of the wind sweeping through the forests at the mountains and peaks—that was the breath of the mountain forests, imbued with the vitality of the mountain.
But in this dense forest, shrouded in mist, Lin Yi felt as if he were cut off from the world. Apart from the deathly stillness and the chilling scent, he felt no other "living" breath.
This mountain... was just like it was dead.
"Shasha shasha..."
He caught a trace of noise hidden among the forest rustle.
It was a Nocturnal species!
Deep in the mist, the thick layers of lush leaves meshed together like nets, finally blocking out the sunlight. In that region, there certainly lurked some sneaky beings, perennially entrenched here...