All of us cultivators ended up here by accident, and theoretically, no one is nobler than another, but what should have been a scene of unity and facing the enemy together, has now split into strong and weak factions.
After the world was thrown into chaos, barely hanging on, it only further provoked the darkness and desire in the hearts of the strong, while those who resisted were beaten down mercilessly by their collaboration, forced to swallow their pride.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
Yellow sand slid down from above the shelter, causing everyone's hearts to tense involuntarily.
Being stranded in the desert was bad enough, but who would have thought that there lived a huge and powerful venomous demon scorpion here? A few unfortunate cultivators were pierced by the scorpion's poisonous tail stinger right after landing, dragged into the yellow sand, and instantly perished, becoming food for the demon beast.
