The changes to the Misty Wood weren’t advantageous to humans. The dark races were much better at resisting poisons, and the demonkin had demonic energy which rendered them impervious to toxins. Add to that the special environment in the Misty Wood, the humans were obviously handicapped here.

Qianye glanced over at the snake. It was entirely purple and resembled the ground substance down to its irregular shades. One could hardly detect it crawling over the ground, much less Qianye who wasn’t paying particular attention.

This creature wasn’t among the species recorded during the last exploration. Qianye couldn’t recall anything similar either in his memories. Apparently, it was something produced by the Misty Wood. The serpent was so small that dozens if not hundreds of them could be gestated in a single chamber. It wasn’t impossible for tens of thousands of them to appear from a single giant tree.

Qianye squished the snake to death, tossed it onto the ground, and watched it get devoured by the purple substance. His heart grew heavier and heavier with worry.

The wound on his hand didn’t need any treatment. It began closing up on its own and was completely healed after a while. In terms...