The strength of these people is at least half-step master.
There is even a lack of great masters.
Even someone as powerful as Dongfang Longxiang was standing blankly in the crowd of the Dongfang family, his eyes dull, already in the same state as Yang Zipei.
All the masters are lost!
The whole foot of the mountain looked sad.
"Not only Yang Zipei, but also these people suffered severely in the dark night."
Lu Fan murmured to himself.
"What did you say?"
Hai Ziyuan asked in confusion.
"It's nothing. The problem is probably that sandstorm."
Lu Fan took a deep breath. Every time the knock on the door sounded, it would be accompanied by the loss of the soul of a powerful man.
That sound knocking at my window.
If it weren't for Yang Zipei, he might have fallen into the same fate as these powerful men!
Did Yang Zipei protect herself from disaster?
"God is really helping me!"
Seeing here, the only Eastern Dragon Elephant that can compete with him has also met this end.
Although he didn't know what caused this.
Even he had never seen such a weird black sandstorm.
But no matter what, the misery of other people is extremely beneficial to him.
"We're afraid we won't have time."
Wang Changqing looked towards the top of the magnificent mountain with a solemn expression: "This Purple Moon Valley appears in a different place and at a different time every time, and it will be accompanied by nightmares."
"That's what happened with the black sandstorm just now."
He dumped all his faults on Sandstorm:
"Moreover, even the duration of appearance is quite different."
"Since we have lost so many people, we must seize the time and enter Ziyue Valley to find the cherished inheritance left to us by Shifang City thousands of years ago."
He glanced at the time and said, "I'll give you one more minute. After confirming your quota to enter the Purple Moon Valley, we can start setting off."
"Of course, you have seen the situation in Ziyue Valley. You can choose to quit. Just tell me."
