C557 God of the Central South Mountain?

Wu Ya's smile was ferocious, his entire face contorted. Although he wasn't a ghost, he was still more terrifying than a ghost.

Flee! Run! Feng Dan only had this thought in his mind. If he continued to stay, he would only die.

No! With the Tree Spirit here, I won't be able to escape no matter what, unless!

The killing intent in Feng Dan's heart surged as he rushed towards Wu Ya