Dark.
As dark as the world can get.
Ever since entering the Death Forest, beyond the torch's reach, there is only endless blackness.
The light that should have seeped down from above is completely blocked by the dense towering trees.
After entering the Death Forest, Fang Yu feels like he has stepped into a dark alternate space, unable to distinguish direction or sense time.
"How long have we been walking?"
Fang Yu asked Ling Huxiang in a low voice.
"Just an hour ago."
Ling Huxiang was quite alert and described the time with precision.
With the Juling Gang members leading the way, they seemed rather at ease.
Don't be fooled by how the Juling Gang behaves obediently like good kids in front of Zuo Caicai; their team's real combat power is much stronger compared to theirs from the Foolish Underworld.
Therefore, unless some powerful demons appear, ordinary ones are eliminated by the Juling Gang members before they even get close.
