In the middle of the team, a young man clad in gray robes, with a blue spirit sword tucked at his waist, strode forward, leaving deep footprints with each step. It was Liu Ming.
On the surface, he appeared calm and unruffled, but his mind was racing with thoughts.
Since setting foot in this desert two days ago, they hadn't encountered another horde of high-grade beasts like before, and the frequency of smaller groups had gradually decreased. However, the beasts' grades seemed to be getting higher, and late-stage Condensing Liquid beasts had become a common sight.
For this, the others in the group were either numb or simply hadn't realized the change. No one brought it up, and Lan Xi, of course, didn't take the initiative to explain anything.
