385 Black Phoenix Mountain Range

Huff…

Huff…

My name is Mengde, and I have survived.

Squatting on the ground, the middle-aged black man's chest heaved greatly, his eyes still filled with fear.

A yellow, featherless duck only the size of that red-furred monster's calves was chasing after it. Finally, with a great leap, it jumped onto the neck of the red-furred monster, landing punch after punch on it. After running a few more steps, the red-furred monster slowed down, finally falling to the ground with a loud crash.

"Oh, god, I'm actually still alive. Thank heavens, thank my grandmother for protecting me from the heavens." The black man at the side let out a sigh of relief, patting his chest.

This is an aboriginal? Gao Peng was surprised that he had actually managed to meet a living aboriginal human here.