Su Changxing led Wu Qingsheng and the others to break through the undead tide once again. Coming and going, they had traveled a long distance, yet they could still see that withered tree.
"If it didn't continuously exist, I would have thought this was just a mirage," Wu Qingsheng said, exhaling.
Monk shook his head and said, "A so-called mirage isn't this real. Even the sky has changed colors; it looks like special effects in a movie."
Wu Qingsheng curiously said, "Ha, you monks watch movies too."
Monk quietly said, "We're monks, not savages."
Su Changxing glanced back at the big tree, feeling powerless, sensing that the presence of that thing was growing stronger, the gap between them like a trench in the sea.
"At least it's a High Tier existence."
This time he was certain, no matter what, they could only run.
Fortunately, the undead tide didn't pursue them relentlessly; it moved toward the direction of the big tree.
