C942 Ghost Wolf.

It was late at night.

The roars that came from the Lunar Mountain were no longer the only sound in this mountain range.

Along with the roars of the Devil Beast, there were also strange wails, gloomy laughter, and so on.

It was as if this place was filled with all kinds of ghastly ghosts.

Ye Qingchen raised his head and looked up.

Yan Lan's figure had already disappeared from the sky