"Brother Tushan!"
Wu Huan was pleasantly surprised when he saw who it was.
The people who had come were Tushan Mang of the Qingshan tribe, as well as a group of divine servants led by him.
These people were all extremely mighty and majestic. Each of them exuded a sacred and powerful aura. The aura they emitted made Zhu Huang and the others feel somewhat pressured.
It was as if Gods had descended.
"Brother Wu Huan, are you alright?" Tushan Mang came over and asked with concern.
Hearing this, Wu Huan shook his head.
"It's all thanks to you, Brother Tushan, for helping me out just now. Otherwise, I would have died here."
He smiled bitterly and his cold face revealed a look of relief.
Just now, if Tushan Mang and the others had been a little slower, he would have been killed by Zhu Huang.
The feeling of being on the verge of death caused Wu Huan's heart to palpitate.
Tushan Mang, on the other hand, was smiling.
