The plants here, long drenched in dark magic and blood aura, seem different from those in the outside world.
Lu Wenwu casually threw a punch, and the white Fist Gang immediately pierced through a giant tree as thick as several people hugging it, creating a bowl-sized penetrating wound.
However, instead of the usual fragrance from trees, a nauseating stench emanated from the wound, making one feel extremely nauseous.
The inside of this tree had turned completely black.
Thick liquid, like pus and blood, dripped onto the withered leaves on the ground, ominously evaporating into black smoke.
They continued up the mountain for a while.
Around noon, Lu Wenwu and Mao Mao climbed to the mountainside of a hill.
The master and pet duo simultaneously cut off their sense of smell, quickly munching on Spiritual Egg Pancakes and large chunks of roasted meat made from Demon Horse.
They had to cut it off.
The smell of this place was truly disgusting, likely to make them vomit.
