"Damn, what happened."
Outside, Fang Wuming, who was cultivating not far from Lin Jing, was also surprised.
Seeing the "zombie birds" and "zombie rats" emerging from the ground, he wasn't afraid, after all, those zombies were of low cultivation, but these creatures shouldn't appear in Yin Si Mountain, he just felt something was off.
Moreover, the fruits on the nearby trees suddenly split open, grinning at him with a "hehehehe" laugh, which wasn't a pleasant experience either.
Boom!
Just as Fang Wuming noticed, it might be another ruckus caused by Lin Jing, a huge figure rose from the ground with a loud rumble. It looked towards Lin Jing's retreat and just as it was about to make Lin Jing leave its territory quickly… the next moment, a pine-needle mouse stepping on leaves tore through space and appeared outside the heavy array, facing the incarnation of the Mountain God.
"Squeak!"
