Liu Ye resisted the temptation of this item looking at him, his eyes turned cold, and he waved it out.
Chi la——
It was as though a sharp blade had cut through paper, and the space in front of him had actually opened up into a huge hole.
Liu Ye sensed the direction of the space. He once again waved his silver dagger, and his body was already thrown into the space c***k.
The ninth floor of the altar, the throne on the top.
The pale gray Death Qi Wood God was sitting on the throne. Groups of low-grade undead creatures were creeping under his feet and slowly moving forward.
Now that so many undead creatures had been summoned by him, they were no longer his helpers. Instead, they had become his food.
She was hurt by John before, and then she was even self-mutilated.
The Wood God's curre
