C890 The Abyss of the Devil

Chuanxia touched her pocket. Her phone was still there.

And it seemed to be usable.

She took out her phone and wanted to call for help. But to call Huo Zhiqian or Dongfang Wulei? She was a little conflicted.

Under the tree, the earth shook and the mountains shook. Loong Ye sat firmly on the tree trunk. He did not have a trace of fear or dismay. He asked