A cliff, surrounded by desolation, devoid of any human presence, a complete waste. The rocks are a gray-white color, and standing here, it feels as if the whole world before the eyes is gray and white.
Suddenly, two figures, one in front and one behind, seemed to teleport from afar to near, landing atop the cliff.
Xu Guang looked at Olek in the distance.
This was a barbarian not particularly tall, whose physique looked more like a slightly towering Central Plains person. He also had body paintings, but they were not chaotic, from top to bottom, there was only one symbol representing death.
"Gray-White Death Valley? Is this the sky burial ground you've found for yourself?"
Olek looked at Xu Guang with composure, holding a long spear typical of barbarians. As he moved, the spear slowly emanated terrifying ripples.
Xu Guang did not speak.
He just carefully sensed everything around.
