"Damn, it's weird!"
Ma Donghe slapped his forehead loudly, puzzled:
"Where's Buddha? Where's the temple? I was about to take out my lucky money to donate for incense, and now it's all gone in the blink of an eye?"
Hou Peng supported his knees with both hands, gasping heavily and looking around with lingering fear:
"Was that... a mental illusion just now?"
At this moment, Grey Eagle's screams also stopped.
He scrambled backward, his eyes filled with extreme terror, hysterically shouting:
"We can't go any further! I just felt it, that wasn't Buddha at all, it was a giant mouth!"
"If we take one more step forward, we'll all be devoured!"
Fang Cheng completely ignored Grey Eagle's mad words.
He slowly exhaled a turbid breath, gathering his boiling and scorching energy.
He then pulled his feet out of the muddy pit, walked cautiously over the fallen leaves, continuing forward for a dozen paces.
Then, he stopped.
Fang Cheng raised his hand, palm probing forward.
