It's time to go. It's dark. It's getting thicker.

There was silence in the jungle, and only a quick gasp came, which seemed somewhat strange, as if the beasts were whistling.

Near the lake, there is a figure sitting on the knees, which is exactly leaf dust.

At this time, his face was very pale. Between breathing, the truth was pervading around his body. It was also very unstable and had a feeling of exhaustion.

And around him, no strong man stood.

They have all become corpses, or burned up by the fire of the sun, or frozen into ice sculptures by the ghost air. What's more, the corpses are...