The Pangu Hall at the foot of Buzhou Mountain was dead silent. Ye Guang was lying naked on the ice bricks and broke into a cold sweat. Massive memories rushed into his mind, and he became the long-lost thirteenth ancestral witch in the legend of the witch clan. This time there was no sequelae or weakness, and the original thirteen witches landed directly. Two voices were quarreling in the back of my mind. One was angry and said that he wanted to tear the saint to pieces to seize the territory, and the other was obsessed with Nuwa's creation of humans. As soon as Lao Shisan landed, he was caught up in the minds of these madmen. The mental state of the top leaders of the Wu clan was not normal.
