C282 Mr Yao 2

On the desolate plains, the cold wind was blowing, stirring up layers of sand. It was difficult for ordinary people to walk, but at this moment, over twenty people were standing in the air, staring at the bare valley below. The cold wind was blowing their clothes, causing rustling sounds.

"It's really here?" A one-eyed old man asked.

The person behind him said, "It must be here