Ma Xiangqian thought he was surely going to die. When he fell to the ground, his entire body was in severe pain, but he quickly reacted and covered his mouth, afraid to make even the slightest noise and be discovered by the thing in the white fog.
However, at the moment Ma Xiangqian raised his head, he vaguely saw an enormous figure over ten meters tall in the white fog.
The figure swayed its large head and moved quickly towards him.
"Is this the Mountain God?" Although he was a hunter and dealt with wild animals frequently, Ma Xiangqian had never seen anything like this.
Terrified, his legs went limp and he couldn't move, let alone run away.
"That's it, I'm done for." Instinctively, Ma Xiangqian closed his eyes and waited for death.
Just when the gigantic swaying figure seemed about to approach, Ma Xiangqian felt his body lighten, as if something had lifted him up.
He looked around and saw a human hand grabbing him.
"This..."
