Song Yan cast a skeptical glance at the man beside him.
They both had just escaped from Redwood Forest, and it was undeniable how terrible the poison gas was there. Even with an antidote, the side effects were still quite severe.
Thick fog blurred their view, it seemed to have a white, snow-like glow that made everything look surreal. They were hit by an illusionary visual effect.
Supporting himself against a tree, Bo Qingyu massaged his eyebrows and eye with annoyance. "I can't see clearly. There's like a layer of bloody fog before me."
Song Yan, on the other hand, seemed unaffected.
"Ah, that? That's normal. The poison gas in this Redwood Forest is just part of the problem. The most bizarre thing is that this gas, once inhaled, can disrupt one's senses, triggering illusionary visual effects. Since you've taken an antidote, it will naturally improve after half an hour. Um… Your willpower should be quite strong, right?"
"It's okay, let's keep going."
