Darkness was falling. As Li Luo and Zhou Chao talked, they ventured deeper and deeper along the path.
The fallen trees lining the path were much thicker than the ones they had seen at the start. They appeared to be ancient, their trunks nearly a person's height in diameter.
If these trees were still alive, they would have blotted out the sun, completely shrouding the forest in their shadows.
But now, these ancient trees had all been sliced to pieces in a myriad of ways and were piled up on either side of the road.
"These must be activated ancient trees, right? Could Lord Ying have cleared all of them?" Mo Ling asked in surprise, looking at the endless expanse of wood.
'That projector's power is definitely not as simple as it seems.'
'The projected attacks I saw before were bizarre, but they weren't strong enough to harm these massive ancient trees.'
'Does it have other reels of film that can project different attacks?'
