Sand——
The transference of the Killing Field game remains as calm as ever. With the sound of stepping on sand and stones, Li Ang opened his eyes and scanned the surroundings, divine power pouring out and sweeping across the ground.
This is... the wilderness?
Li Ang looked around. The terrain here was flat, and the sand and stones were dry and rough. Among the cracked ground, a few sparse clumps of yellow-green wild grass grew. No players, birds, beasts, or even insects were visible in sight.
Not far away were gently rolling low hills, which also looked strange. The side facing north was barren, while the south side was lush with primitive forests.
Moreover, these primitive forests grew perpendicularly to the inclined slopes, resembling needles tipped towards the sky.
As for why these trees grew this way, it might be related to the constantly howling gales.
