C387 The Desperate Players of the Great Desolate Domain!

Night descended.

The surrounding sandstorm intensified, shrouding the world in a veil of darkness.

At that moment, within the safety of the Great Desolate Territory,

A vigilant group from the Great Desolate patrolled the area.

A burly man resembling a squad leader cracked his long whip, rallying the players around him with a bellow.

"Listen up