Serpent Ancestor

Yuan Ming’s dantian was almost depleted of mana at this moment, and the transformation of the white ape automatically dissipated, with the white ape’s skin falling to the ground.

His soul power was also only one-third remaining, and he felt exhausted just standing there, wishing to sleep for three days.

But he knew that now was not the time to rest. Hu Huo’s shout just now was enough to indicate that Kun Tu and the others were probably nearby, not far away. He had to leave as soon as possible.

He bit his tongue, using the pain to stimulate his spirit. After putting away the white ape’s skin, he didn’t even bother to search Hu Huo’s body and directly turned around and fled. At the same time, his left hand, hidden in his sleeve, tightly grasped the wood attribute spirit stone, ignoring the pain as he absorbed it crazily.