"Now it's time for me to go out and have a look." Xiao Ze said with a smile.

the cold wind blows across the wasteland like a knife, and the sand and stones fly in disorder. And a vague figure is moving. Not far in front of him was a towering mountain, several kilometers high. The mountain broke up to the mountainside. Far away. At first glance. Just like a sheep's horn, in the Jinlian mountains. This Yangjiao mountain is also very characteristic.

inside the Yangjiao mountain, Jiao Shengyang sits in the corner with his knees crossed. His breath is still not good. In order to escape last time, he...