The mountainous forest world constructed by the six people had undergone a complete transformation under the devouring of black vines; mountains collapsed, waterways grew foul, trees adopted a dark sinister glow, the green had dissipated, replaced instead by rot and a suffocating life force.
A world once bursting with vibrant life was now left a barren wasteland.
In this apocalyptic scene, the eight black vines were the sole sovereigns, wildly proliferating and aggressively invading—manipulating the original essence and claiming the entire world as their own territory.
Despair and helplessness flashed across the faces of Weiwen and his two companions, helpless to stop it, even grouping together provided no respite, forcing them to quickly join Tubie and Gavin, and together the five of them managed to save a small habitat.
A tremendous pressure, like the sky collapsing, bore down upon them, their facial expressions extremely grim.
