C253 Tens of Thousands of Deaths

At this time, Xu Lin was slumped at the starting point of the seventh floor. The scorching sun was high above his head, and the sand on the ground was billowing.

Whether it was the east, south, west, or north, they were all roads to death.

Up until now, Xu Lin had already died thousands of times, meaning that he had also failed thousands of times. He had gone in every direction of the desert