The jungle of the Southern Wasteland was vast and boundless; the abundant life force of this jungle generated and nourished powerful creatures like Heng Luo, Stone and Treeman; inevitability, there must be other powerful and mysterious beings living in this jungle.
Ji Xiao was pressed hard on the ground by the skinny arm, which nearly broke his neck. He struggled with all of his strength, even making the ground vibrate. However, the skinny arm held his neck tightly and didn't even move a bit.
A wisp of black smoke rose from the ground into the air, a scary figure slowly emerged from the smoke. It was black and skinny, looking like a human at the first glance, but the six crooked horns on its head clearly showed that it was nothing but a monster.
