They watched the figure that had appeared in the desert.
Zhan Yang and the others watched with wary eyes.
He swayed and stumbled, his gait unsteady, finally stopping a little over ten meters away from the four of them.
"Heh heh..."
The man tilted his head, letting out a soft, dry laugh in their direction.
But the sound was chillingly unnatural, enough to make one's skin crawl.
He stood there, baring his teeth in a grotesque grin.
Zhan Yang's expression darkened, and he remained on high alert.
He eyed the man with suspicion.
The man wore a suit of armor, clearly a Martial Cultivator and an officer from the Fire Sparrow Kingdom.
'He must be one of Wen Shixuan's men from the Fire Sparrow Kingdom.'
He was sure of it. This had to be one of Wen Shixuan's men.
JinLing, Lu Beifeng, and Niu Tuo all stared at the man.
He just kept smiling at them, his mouth stretched in a bizarre grin, his head perpetually tilted.
Seeing this, a sense of panic began to rise in Zhan Yang's heart.
