The elderly Wood Spirit turned pale, clutched his blood-stained chest, and retreated to the side of the Wood Spirit Tribe Holy Maiden's carriage. "Holy Maiden, the Demon Race is too strong; we are no match for them. But do not panic, I will get you out of here!"
The Wood Spirit Tribe Holy Maiden glanced back at the carriage where Xu Chen sat. Seeing that the carriage curtains remained tightly drawn, a flash of disappointment crossed her face. "Could I really have misjudged him? Is this fellow nothing more than trash?"
"Roar—!"
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