Yang Fan suddenly realized that his knowledge was still too shallow.
That ghostly thing just flipped its upper and lower lips, and he actually believed it.
"You long-mouthed, butt-less old rascal, how dare you call me shameless and ignorant? Where's your face? Don't you have three Lifebound locust leaves? Come on, take them out and let me have a look!" Yang Fan leaped to the cave entrance, pointing at the myriad abstract human faces on the Old locust tree, fully unleashing his firepower.
"Laughable human, your deliciousness makes my mouth water, wait a moment, and I'll let you see clearly." The Old locust tree laughed sinisterly, and countless mouths began to bite more frantically.
In fact, this scene looked quite comical.
Because, in Yang Fan's eyes, there was nothing in front of the Old locust tree at all; he was biting at the air.
But he was biting so earnestly.
