Chapter 149: The Death of the Saint (Combined Chapter)_3

Heart-rending screams erupted from the mouth of a 10-year-old child.

Gradually, they turned into dry howls.

Wang Hao lost control of his character and could only watch helplessly as he screamed and wailed.

Pan Hao turned and left.

A person was transforming into a tree right before his eyes, and he couldn't bear to watch any longer.

Even though he considered himself an experienced explorer, even though he had seen many horrors, even though he had experienced quite a few partings between life and death.

In his eyes, the child, who seemed like a divine being, now lay on the well, screaming heart-rendingly, wailing.

Slowly turning into a tree.

He couldn't kill the child; he could only let him, whether body or soul, become a battlefield for the Demon God.

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Pan Hao was completely bewildered, numb, and panicked.

A profound fear lingered in his heart.

He carefully hurried through the village, amidst the porous moss, where fiery blood-red epics and distant fires burned.