"So, how's my driving? Speed is my middle name, and my nickname is Silver Lightning!" Fang Jueyu said, getting more excited as he drove, as if the emotions accumulated over 8000 years of cultivation were suddenly released at this moment. "Call me the King of Space Racing!"
"Brother Lin, why do I feel something's not quite right?" The sensation was indeed thrilling, but for a team like the Zisman that walks on the knife's edge for long periods, this was excessively tranquil.
Every time they entered the core area of the Cosmic Graveyard, it required months or even years of slow progress, and almost every time they faced life-and-death situations, being surrounded by the undead was a routine affair, and injuries were even more common.
But now, according to the map, they had already charged halfway into the depths of the Cosmic Graveyard, and yet, they hadn't encountered a single undead. This seemed somewhat illogical!
