A desolate wind swept across the barren land, carrying away fine sand and dust while leaving behind harder stones.
Fully armed, Fangsheng drew his Knight Sword and scanned the vast expanse, searching for enemies with absolute concentration. He found the scene vaguely familiar; it must have belonged to unawakened memories. Lacking any memories to deduce who his enemy might be, he had no choice but to rely on this method to find them.
"Whoosh!" A piercing wind rose behind him. Fangsheng spun around instantly, catching an unusual scent in the breeze—was that the faint stench of blood mixed within?
Chapter 206