The silver light shuttle sped along at a low altitude. Fang Hao's expression was solemn as his Divine Sense spread out like a spiderweb, vigilantly scanning the surroundings.
As he ventured deeper, the scenery ahead gradually became eerie.
The previously clear marshland began to be replaced by patches of twisted, strange black forests.
These trees had gnarled branches, bark as black as ink, and sparse leaves that displayed an ominous dark red hue.
The Evil Qi permeating the air grew increasingly dense, mixed with a faint, low humming sound like the wailing of ghosts, which was the origin of the name 'Ghost Cry Forest'.
'This place is truly strange.' Fang Hao felt a chill in his heart.
He could feel that the natural Evil Qi and some sort of chaotic magnetic field in this area exerted a more pronounced suppression on his Divine Sense, compressing his detection range to less than fifty zhang.
