"What a desolate world indeed."
Entirely barren was the landscape in the Black Wudi Hell, the ground littered with black gravel.
The Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi here was extremely scarce, essentially non-existent. Anyone who entered this place would inevitably face death once their internal energy ran out.
"Another little lamb has arrived."
At this moment, a figure flew over from a distance and stood not far from Long Yan, his gaze like a wolf eyeing a lamb.
It was a middle-aged man of average build with short hair, his cultivation at the Peak of the Breaking Boundary.
"Kid, hand over your storage ring, and I might spare your life."
Jiang Zhen stuck out his tongue, licking his chapped lips, the greed in his eyes undisguised.
In the Black Wudi Hell, without the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, the only way to survive was to rely on the Spirit Stones, Elixirs, Spiritual Veins—things that could be used for cultivation.
