Whoosh—
Whoosh—
One led and one followed.
Jiang Dali and Dongfang Bubai swiftly moved through a withered forest filled with barren branches.
Only when he was close did Jiang Dali truly see.
It turned out that these withered trees were all Parasol Trees,
only that the Parasol Trees, usually full of life force, now seemed lifeless, each one turning into rotten wood without branches and leaves, with trunks dry and withered.
Dongfang Bubai's figure, like the wind, swept past; often with a tap on the ground and a flick of a silver needle, he'd use the Needle Transfer Skill to launch himself into the air like flying a kite, covering a distance of tens of meters effortlessly, leaving Jiang Dali trailing behind.
Jiang Dali stormed through like a Barbarian Dragon crossing the river, crashing and thrashing, the ground's dry leaves whipped up as if a tornado had just passed through.
