Lei Zhenhai was taken aback.
What's happening?
It's merely a demon beast, why are even the elders so frightened?
When his gaze fell on the demon beast in front of Jiang Fan,
his heart pounded violently and his pupils shrank: "What is this?"
He saw a small demon beast the size of an elephant, emitting a putrid odor.
Its entire body was decayed.
Most of its fur had rotted away, revealing a bloody skeleton.
A few remnants of its internal organs hung loosely, ready to fall off at any moment.
It was clearly a corpse of a demon beast that had been dead for a long time.
The eerie thing was!
It was still alive.
And struggling desperately!
Ming Youlian's eyes widened as she hastily stepped back, knocking over several disciples, and shouted in horror:
"What is this?"
Li Qingfeng and Zhao Wuji, the two male elders, were also terrified.
Their expressions constantly changing.
"Jiang Fan, what is this thing?"
"Is it dead or alive?"
