C65 Blood Slave

The stream gurgled as it guided Zhang Yang to the front of a fake mountain.

The fake mountain was ten meters tall, shaped like a hungry lion, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws. Its face was ferocious, as if it could devour anyone at any time.

The lion's mouth was a door, and it looked gloomy and gloomy. A wave of cold air drifted out from it, causing people to involuntarily shiver