Chapter 198
A forest had grown in the barren desert, its trees swaying eerily under the night sky.
The sight carried an unnatural strangeness that chilled the bones.
"Send some death warriors to investigate."
To check for traps, the Eastern Wilderness accompanying cultivators ordered three death warriors forward.
The trio crept closer, surveying the woodland. Though the forest stretched only a hundred yards deep, tangled roots and thorny vines carpeted the ground, forming an impassable thicket.
They hacked at the vegetation with their weapons, but the plants clanged like iron against steel. Their blades left mere scratches, sparks flying with each strike until their arms went numb from the impact.
"These aren’t ordinary trees," one gasped. "A Master’s work."
"True," another agreed. "We can’t break through this."
As they sheathed their weapons to retreat, nearby trees abruptly twisted toward them, branches coiling around the warriors like serpents.