Within the thick, blood-colored fog, those twisted black branches writhed like living things pulled by invisible hands. Although there was no wind, they twisted eerily in the air.
Perhaps due to the Spirit Spring Water, however, those restless branches always hovered three feet away from the group. They resembled a pack of starving beasts wary of their prey, probing forward at times before shrinking back as if electrocuted, emitting a teeth-gritting creaking sound.
Everyone was on edge, breathing as lightly as possible. Even the faint sound of boot soles pressing against the soil seemed exceptionally harsh at this moment.
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