Chapter 1256

• In the pitch dark Bone Corroding Forest, the chill wind rustled the leaves. Dark and dank, the mud beneath their feet made it difficult to walk like they were in a swamp. To advance within that forest, they had to walk with their backs bent over to try as hard as they could to reduce the chances of contact with the low overhanging leaves and branches, to prevent themselves from getting scratched.
• Although being scratched by the trees would not cause them to lose their lives now, but that severe burning pain was not something they were willing to go through.
• At that moment, the youths who had always been proud of their height suddenly realized painfully what kind of pain being tall could bring to them.