There was nothing terrible about the locust trees. They had only spent more than forty years walking through the whole forest and appeared in front of them in an endless grassland with blue sky and white clouds and no human death.

There was no wind in the half-tall grassland. Ye Cheng squinted and took out his knife and laid it in his hand. He said a word of caution to Meizi and entered the grassland.

The red phosphorus wrapped around Yecheng's left wrist raised his head. He looked lazily in front of his eyes. After stretching his body slowly, he ran to the right like an arrow leaving the string....