Fangsheng moved through the deep, dense forest surrounding Lake of Tears, his eyes scanning his surroundings as he tried to pick up any possible clues. At the same time, he had expanded his senses outward as far as they could reach. Yet, no matter how hard he tried, Armand's figure seemed to have been swallowed by this forest, leaving not a single trace to be found.
How troublesome. The old veteran's whereabouts had simply vanished into thin air. A sense of helplessness involuntarily welled up in Fangsheng's heart, but he knew he had no choice now except to adopt this aimless method of searching, akin to finding a needle in a haystack.
As he penetrated deeper into the forest, the surrounding temperature seemed to quietly drop, causing Fangsheng to involuntarily heighten his vigilance. He looked up and surveyed his surroundings, only to see the branches and leaves of the trees intertwining overhead to block out most of the sunlight, making this area exceptionally dim and enclosed. In the gloomy light, those tall trunks resembled giant pythons descending from the sky, sending a chill through one's heart.
Chapter 368