Grandpa Tree hurriedly came and went, not knowing who he went off to persuade next.
Wang Wu originally wanted to inquire about the Great Illusion King Insect, but in the end, he didn't ask.
Overall, Grandpa Tree did not seem as evil as rumored; he answered every question, and although uncertain, Wang Wu felt that what he said was most likely true.
Because he carried the aura of those who came before.
Desperately struggling and striving, yet ultimately powerless to turn the tide.
And it was a visible trajectory.
"Spirit Monster, no wonder there was talk of demon spirit monsters before. The Monster Race is waning, the Spirit Race is lingering, only the Demon Race can still uphold, and the Human Race has become the protagonist of fortune?"
Wang Wu sighed. That's all he could do. He had struggled for survival till now, barely having a foothold. But, should he really seek refuge with the Southern Wilderness Left Demon Emperor?
