Xiao Yi frowned slightly, a strange feeling welling up in his heart. He looked around, and the faces of his companions beside him gradually showed confusion and uneasiness.
They had been walking in this area for a long time, their steps heavy and firm. But strangely, no matter how they walked, it seemed as if they were always going in circles. Xiao Yi clearly remembered that they had been hungry twice, and the feeling of physical fatigue kept coming, but the scenery around them remained the same, with no signs of change.
The path they were walking on was still winding, and the trees on both sides were still tall and silent, the branches still in the same posture as if they had been there from the beginning, without any change. The leaves rustled in the breeze, as if mocking their futility.
The weeds on the ground continued to grow in disorder, and the traces left by their footsteps were quickly covered up, as if they had never been there. The outline of the mountains in the distance always maintained the same shape, as if it were a frozen painting.
Xiao Yi stopped and carefully observed everything around him, trying to find some differences, but every detail was as familiar and unfamiliar as before. His companions also stopped and looked at each other, their eyes full of confusion and anxiety. They began to wonder if they were trapped in some strange maze. This feeling of being trapped made a trace of panic gradually rise in their hearts, and the unchanging scenery was like an invisible shackle, tightly binding them and making it difficult for them to break free.
Everyone began to panic, anxiety and fear spreading among them. They tried various methods, such as marking the way with stones and leaving traces along the way, but nothing worked. Xiao Yi frowned tightly, trying to calm himself down and think of a solution. But faced with this strange dilemma, he was helpless for a moment.
As time passed, everyone's strength was constantly depleted, and the feeling of despair grew stronger. They didn't know how to get out of this terrible trap, as if fate had strangled them by the throat, and they were caught in an endless struggle. Xiao Yi gritted his teeth and secretly vowed in his heart that he must find a way to lead everyone out, but the road ahead was still confusing.
The wood-type psychic took a deep breath, concentrated his mind, and slowly raised his hands. As his mind moved, the surrounding trees seemed to sense his call and trembled slightly.
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