A wild wind whistled, causing gravel to surge.
The Big Ruins was still filled with a deathly aura. Other than the cities that were guarded by powerhouses, most of the areas were shrouded by harsh weather.
Despite being a place where many humans gathered, the city was still being attacked by the sandstorm.
A figure seemed to have suddenly appeared from the end of the sky amidst the surging sand waves as he strode toward this somewhat dilapidated ancient city.
The figure was extremely tall as he was 2 heads taller than an ordinary person. Although he was in the middle of strong winds, his footsteps were still as steady as a mountain as though he himself was a tall mountain that could move. No matter how fierce and savage the winds outside were, they could not affect him in the slightest.
This person walked slowly. He looked like he was walking with ease, but he was very fast.
