A Man Like None Other Chapter 6961 He deserves to be sentenced to death
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- A dangerous journey to a desolate land.
- Encountering an ancient survivor.
- A confrontation with a formidable foe.
“It doesn’t matter.”
David shook his head slightly, his tone calm, confident and firm, “I’ll be back soon, don’t worry.”
The middle-aged cultivator standing at the side finally recovered from his shock. He bowed respectfully and solemnly announced his name, which had been sealed for thousands of years, in a sincere and solemn tone: “I am Songxia Shuo, a remnant from another realm, who has wandered the Twenty-three Heavens for over a thousand years!”
We are willing to sit here quietly and wait for the return of the Great One! However, the evil dragon was extremely fierce and cruel; The Great One must be very careful!
At that moment, David finally learned the name of the long-suffering survivor—Matsushita Hiroshi.
David nodded slightly, without saying anything else, because there was no need for further explanation.
With a slight movement, his gray robe gently swept across the void, his figure appearing ethereal and otherworldly. With a single step, his figure instantly became ethereal, completely disappearing into the depths of the Blackstone Forbidden Land, turning into a traceless stream of light, heading straight for the ever-barren land at the western end of the Falling Star Desert—the Evil Dragon Pond!
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In the far west of the Falling Star Wasteland, stretched a hundred miles long desert of death.
This was the most desolate, most lifeless, bleakest, and most terrifying ancient desert in the entire Falling Star Desert. This is a ruined and dangerous place left behind by a cataclysmic event in the sky. No one has ever set foot here, and no one has ever survived here.
The moment you step into this area, all the orthodox spiritual energy in the world will be completely cut off and disappear without a trace. Instead, there was a sky filled with rolling evil black mist, poisonous miasma that eroded bones and rotted flesh, as well as violent and rampant nuclear poison.
Thick, dark fog covered the sun and moon, enveloped the heavens and the earth, making the entire dead zone always dark, eerie, and eerily silent.
The ground beneath their feet was barren and desolate, with cracked and charred black rocks resembling a dry, hardened blood-red crust, spreading layer by layer to the ends of the earth.
On the ground, countless withered bones of cultivators of various levels, broken and rusted fragments of holy weapons, cracked and damaged Dao artifacts and magical artifacts, as well as weathered and shattered cultivation technique jade plates, were all densely piled up in layers.
Throughout history, countless powerful cultivators and cultivators who came here to explore, search for treasures, and try to seize opportunities, all died here. Their bodies could not even be preserved intact, turning into piles of withered bones that silently told the horror and tragedy of this remote place.