Yang Rui was feeling terrible. He could feel that the incident here was not something that a small army like them could solve!
Everything here was more magical than ever!
First of all, he was sure that he had seen Sen Jin. He had died a horrible death. His body was filled with tree trunks, and his skin and flesh were attached to the tree trunks. His flesh and blood had been sucked dry, but his facial features were twisted so clearly. What exactly had happened, just thinking about it made one’s scalp tingle!
But in fact, there was a sunny sen Jin outside. He had brought them here as if nothing had happened. What kind of monster was under that skin that was exactly the same as the one on the tree?
And then there was the predicament he had encountered after he wanted to leave quickly. In this misty space that could not be seen clearly, it was definitely not as simple as the church outside.
