In the strange desert space, a vast shadow engulfed the land.
Zooming in, the shadow was actually numerous Abyss Cultivators enveloped by Abyss Demon Qi.
A bizarre-looking sand snake, with an ordinary aura, quietly emerged from the desert and landed in the hands of a rugged middle-aged Cultivator.
His palm suddenly tightened, crushing the sand snake with great force.
However, the sand snake's body did not scatter flesh and blood but transformed into specks of Spirit Light that surged into his brow.
"Is everything normal? Not even a single trace of other cultivators discovered..."
As he continuously scanned the memory of the sand snake, Ling Hanfei, the sole peak cultivator of the Eighth Realm in the team, muttered to himself.
"But why do I always feel somewhat restless?"
Ling Hanfei's brows gently furrowed, his fingers moved like phantoms, attempting to deduce something from the murky future, yet it was all in vain.
