C954 A Slim Chance of Survival

Feng Moting looked at the divination with an ugly expression on his face. What exactly was this trace of vitality?

"Not good! Not good!"

Feng Yunan ran in from outside the door and did not even have time to catch his breath. He quickly said, "Cousin! Not good! The Buddhist Temple has turned into a gap and is now rushing toward us! Once the seawater is touched