“Boy, did you notice, some heavy spiritual fluctuations in the north-west, go take a look.” Situ Nan quickly said, these days, and every day, Situ Nan had been helping out Wang Lin survive this crisis in the jungle.
Wang Lin without hesitation, turned around and moved to the north-west, and soon arrived at the place of spiritual power fluctuations.
Seeing the scene infront of him, his pupils contracted immediately.
In the moonlight, he could see giant trees uprooted everywhere, and scattered around, a clear patch of land, a rotting corpse without even the slightest sign of vitality, lay on the ground.
On top of his head, a grean ball was floating in mid-air, gathering the spiritual powers from the surrounding areas, it was forming a whirlpool.