Ahead lies a vast, flat desert, but countless camps are pitched on the ground.
Most of the Demon Race originally in the desert have already left, the remaining must be able to withstand drought and possess great strength.
Because those who cannot adapt to extreme drought die naturally, and those who are weak are annihilated by other tribes or sand bandit groups.
After all, the oasis in the desert is so limited, not enough for many of the Demon Race to share, thus they generally remain scattered, rarely gathering like this.
Zhu Wen hadn't anticipated such a situation.
"This is not right."
He muttered, "It seems all the sand bandits left in the desert have come."
Li Rui said, "No problem, let's go over and have a look first."
It's not that he doesn't want to act low-key, but the giant warrior's size makes low-key actions difficult for him.
The group's intrusion inevitably alerts the sand bandits.
