Feng Bailing and the others were shuttling through the jungle, and the deeper they went, the thicker the black fog became.
The scenery in the jungle was constantly changing.
"Something is not right."
Feng Bailing felt increasingly strange as they moved forward.
"What's wrong exactly?"
Feng Luochen was puzzled, looking around.
To him, this part of the jungle seemed nothing special; the trees were perhaps just slightly taller than those on the outside, with more varieties of flowers and plants.
"Indeed, something is off. There are so many types of medicinal herbs here, some of which I have never seen in medical books."
Hong Xuan deeply agreed; from the outer to the middle and further into the deep parts of the jungle, the outermost was very ordinary vegetation. A little further in, the trees were of cold-temperature crops.
Approaching the deep part of the jungle, the cold-temperature crops disappeared, replaced by a vast amount of rainforest vegetation and crops.
