“Let’s go……” Hu Mazi said.
Chen Ping nodded, and the two of them began to move forward against the wind of the wasteland.
The wind on the wasteland was like a furious beast, wrapped in fine sand and gravel, roaring past with an overwhelming momentum.
The sand and gravel hit the face, like countless tiny silver needles, stabbing people painfully.
As soon as Chen Ping and Hu Mazi left a thousand miles away from the Black Wind City, they faintly heard a fierce sound ahead, like a crisp sound from the collision of metal, mixed with angry roars and vicious curses.
“It seems that someone is fighting in front of you.”
Hu Mazi narrowed her shrewd eyes slightly, and looked in the direction where the sound came from.
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