C982 We're too Weak

In the Primitive Jungle of the Lonely Mountain.

A figure moved like a bolt of lightning and a ghost.

The branches and leaves of the forest couldn't stop him at all. It was as if his body had no bones. He could change his body at will. It was extremely weird.

Suddenly, he stopped. He frowned and looked at the bones on the ground... That was right. The body was gone