Li Pingyi took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the fear in his heart, and followed far behind. Every step he took fell extremely lightly as the tree roots slowly shifted, making as little sound as possible.
"I am a money tree, I am a money tree..." he chanted continuously in his mind, as if this could reduce his tension.
Moonlight spilled through the gaps in the branches and leaves, outlining the terrifying silhouettes of the Demon Race.
Chapter 63