In the depths of the Shadow Desert, as the blazing sun gradually descends towards the barren horizon, the temperature of this desolate land also begins to llow.
But as the night falls, the desert becos sowhat "lively", with so fearso shadows gradually erging from various patches of sand.
Wang Zhifan noticed the changes happening around him, but he didn’t care because he was comfortably holed up in his pitch-black tower.
Being a legendary item, if it could be destroyed by re shadow monsters, then the grading system of this extraordinary ga would be a farce.
"Those monsters outside don’t look very strong, but there are really too many of them. I’d better stay here and continue my cultivation."
At this mont, Wang Zhifan held a liquor gourd in his right hand, filled with fine wine from the Wuji Sect World. He slowly walked to a large arched window on the top floor of the pitch-black tower, took a sip of wine, and then looked out at the desert to make an assessnt.
In his lavish room, nurous candles scattered in each corner blazed ceaselessly, providing ample light. This made the tower appear like a lighthouse in the night desert, attracting many monsters nearby to attack this solitary source of light and the lone building.
"Should I extinguish the lights? Right now, this tower is probably the most conspicuous presence in this desert..."
Wang Zhifan wasn’t worried that the swarm of shadows outside would affect his abode, but he was concerned that the current situation might draw other nearby presences, which could be troubleso.
But after a brief thought, he decided against plunging the room into darkness by turning off all the lights.
Because he was sure that even if he turned off all the lights in the tower, the monsters outside would continue their siege.
And he didn’t want to voluntarily hide in darkness just to avoid being seen, even though he was completely capable of adapting to total darkness, thanks to his perception.
After all, he didn’t think it was worth going to such lengths, considering that the vast area around here didn’t even contain the slightest trace of human presence.
So in the ti that followed, Wang Zhifan finished the liquor in the gourd and then cultivated his technique in the room on the top floor of the tower. He continued to hone the Wind and Thunder Heaven-Treading Skill, aiming to soon reach the realm of being imbued with the power of wind and thunder.
anwhile, as he cultivated steadily, other players in the sa instance at the edge of this desert were already feeling the pressure from various directions.
In the dim light of the setting sun, a tall Xia Country youth with a crew cut, wearing sunglasses and a trench coat, stood on the sand, twirling a black revolver in his hand.
The sunglasses he wore seemingly allowed him to see in the dark, enabling him to calmly observe the scene far ahead, listening to the constant gunfire and explosions coming from there.
Suddenly, he slightly turned his head and spoke to an empty spot a dozen ters away: "How’s the situation?"
A young man’s voice quickly ca from the dim air, and judging by the accent, he was surely from Xia Country as well.
"There’s a native settlent ahead, and several foreign players have already arrived before us. They are being surrounded and attacked by the natives."
The invisible voice responded leisurely.
"Heh... don’t those guys know any social skills? Having conflicts with natives in a survival ga?"
The Xia Country youth in a trench coat, likely a gunman by profession, imdiately let out a disdainful laugh, expressing contempt for those foreign players.
But the other person hidden in the air didn’t respond to his comnt. Instead, he gave a warning:
"Sothing is approaching you from behind."
"I know."
The trench coat man responded plainly, then quickly raised the revolver over his shoulder to aim behind him and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
A bullet shot out from the revolver’s barrel instantly, hitting a grotesque shadow about thirty ters behind him, which had just erged from the sand. The shadow was pierced by the bullet imbued with mysterious power before it could approach its target, bursting into a shattered bubble.
"These shadow monsters are really annoying. I don’t have many special bullets left in reserve."
The trench coat youth grumbled before stepping forward.
"Better go check up ahead. I’d rather fight people than continue dealing with these shadow monsters."
Apparently, he had decided to investigate the settlent.
As the perspective shifted forward, just as described by the unseen person, four foreign players were moving through a series of rudintary tinplate houses under the cover of darkness, engaged in a fierce battle with a group of angry NPCs.
Among them, there were three n and one woman: two of the n were white, one was black, and the woman was a robust white female.
At this mont, the thinnest white male among them was arrogantly attracting enemy fire. Not only was he constantly shouting loud taunts, but he was also using a glowing skill that made him shine like a beacon in the dark.
"Oh! You scumbags! Is this pathetic firepower all you got? It doesn’t excite one bit! Just like how feeble you are in bed with your won! Oh! Sorry! You probably don’t have any won..."
The skinny white youth was dressed in a white ceremonial robe, radiating a bright glow all over. Despite being bombarded with bullets and grenades from angry natives all around, he remained unscathed, without so much as a wobble to his fragile fra.
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