The two followed the underground waterway's veins, but halfway, they found the veins disappeared.
There were traces of fierce battles here; the surrounding plants were destroyed with residual blood on the ground.
Shen Tang once again sensed the lingering dark aura, her face changed suddenly, "Not good!" She hurriedly mobilized her spiritual power, and the scene before her began to change as if time was rewinding.
A hunting team entered the Dead Fern Swamp.
They wore black cloaks; these beastmen were of common species, nothing seemed unusual. But their eyes were completely black without any whites, their expressions vacant as if controlled by something, faintly emitting a foreboding dark power.
In their hands, they held compasses, unlike ordinary compasses, showing wooden textures and exuding the scent of the Divine Tree—they were actually made from the Divine Tree!
Complex and obscure patterns were engraved on the compass, guiding them to a freshly sprouted Divine Tree.
