Meowed...
The mountain wind is blowing, and large tracts of wood flocs on the top of the head are moving with the wind, like demons dancing around.
in the thick and thin deadwood forest, Tam walked in the forefront of the crowd, his ears moving slightly, his brazen eyes shooting warily around, watching everything.
Although his heart was eager to find that kind of intermediate spirit fruit, Tim did not completely lose his mind.
No one who can survive under eschaton and advance to Transcendent One II will be a real fool.
Accompanied by Tam's vigilance, behind him, more than 20 of his men were all tense and nervous.
"Stop."
After walking straight for more than 200 meters in this dead forest, Them's nose moved slightly and suddenly raised his hand as if he smelled something.
It was a faint smell of blood floating in the wind.
"Boss, the next point is where I found the fruit."