The Phantom Maiden's exquisite face was filled with curiosity. She, too, had heard of the Thousand Hands race and found them to be quite odd.
They were humanoids and they did not admit that they were human.
Even the name was a bunch of numbers. Furthermore, the patterns on the Thousand Hands race felt inexplicably strange.
"This time, it's 328. It's suitable to use him to scout the way."
Kui Yuan's tone was calm as if he was talking about a small matter.
At that moment, in the fog, 328 was leading a group of members toward the Dark Wall. Along the way, they used their skills to blow away the surrounding fog.
They did not notice that behind them, the fog had silently enveloped them again.
"As expected, the Mandrill race is afraid of encountering a trap. Isn't the Dark Wall right in front of us?!"
328's eyes flickered as it looked at the Dark Wall. It yearned for the prosperous soil of the Great Xia Kingdom.
