"Damn it! What kind of place is this, that even Yi Taoist with his cultivation can only be in the fifth row."
"Exactly how profound is the cultivation level of the missing Heavenly Master from Dragon Tiger Mountain, that he still hasn't passed away and remains at the top of the list."
"Or could it be that Yi Taoist's rapid advancement in cultivation is all thanks to this place?"
Qian Yueru's thoughts were racing as her long legs carried her with the momentum of Wind Fire Wheels.
Right now, behind her was a horde of creatures with gaunt heads, resembling bats, furiously chasing after them.
Indeed, upon arriving at the Yellow Sand Plains, she encountered many cultivators in similar situations; most of them appeared panicked, seemingly newcomers just like her, while the rest, albeit more composed and seemingly somewhat familiar with the place, still looked terrified.
