Inside Martial Intent Mountain, it was entirely a virtual battlefield.
But this virtual battlefield was exactly the same as the real one.
Lin Bai clenched his fists, feeling the power flowing within his body. Although there was a lot of it, it indeed existed.
Looking up, he saw the boundless desert of the Gobi, with wolf smoke rising everywhere, the fierce sun hanging high in the sky, and the scorching sunlight baking the earth.
From time to time, the shadows of many people flashed by, all of them warriors who had come to Martial Intent Mountain for training.
Lin Bai smiled slightly, curiously observing this heaven and earth!
He took a few steps forward.
Suddenly, Lin Bai saw a person not far ahead wearing a mask, wielding a sharp sword.
This person was very strange, with the words "First Grade Spirit Puppet" written on his mask.
"Is this a Spirit Puppet?"
"This Spirit Puppet actually looks just like a real person?"
Lin Bai curiously eyed this Spirit Puppet several times.
