When they came, there were thousands of them, but now there were less than three or four hundred.

"What happened just now?" Master Jiuyou felt a chill on his spine and couldn't help but ask.

"I only now understand why few living people leave in the sweat-blooded ridge." Li Shier stood up, patted his butt, and walked towards Zhang San's departure.

"There are dangers everywhere here, and those who come will die sooner or later."

"Hey, tell me what happened just now? I clearly heard something fell down, so why is it clean around?"

The true king of Jiuyou pestered Li Shier and insisted on knowing the answer.

"In the wind and sand, there are the subordinates of the God of Death. I just solved an enemy for you, otherwise you would die very miserably."

Li Shier carried the Tang sword and stepped on the dead grass step by step.

"What's going on! I obviously killed something, why can't I see the corpse?"

"What exactly is in the wind and sand? If this continues, will we all die in it!"
Chapter completed!