"Qingzu Guyu! Did you hear me? Have you come over yet?"
A figure in the yellow sand held a communication stone and shouted into it.
There was no helping it. If he did not speak loudly, the other side of the communication stone would not hear him at all.
"Heard you! You just keep watch." The voice from the other side was razor-sharp, like a small knife, piercing through the communication stone into the man's ears.
The figure in the yellow sand shouted again, "Have you found anyone? Those fifty are setting up a Primal Chaos Formation. Though most of them are trash, they're still enough to make us drink a whole pot!"
"Found them." The voice on the other end grew noticeably heavier, showing that its owner was rushing rapidly in this direction, speaking while moving at high speed.
"Who did you find?" the sandy figure asked curiously.
"Liu Wusheng!" the other person said again, then added, "Liu Ruyan's group found him."
"Liu Wusheng? He really is formidable, but compared to the Sixth Miss of the Palace, he's still slightly lacking."
"The problem is, Liu Wusheng has quite a few lackeys outside the Chen Palace. There are a full eight of them." The other man sneered, his voice growing increasingly hurried.
"Eight people? Including us, that makes fifteen! Enough!" The sandy figure grew excited. "There are only a little over three hundred people in total. Fifty against fifteen—this should count as the largest group battle in the Yu Ruins, right?"
"Everyone else is searching for inheritances and fortunes. Only us—we're seeking comfort." The other man chuckled.
"Brother Xiao, we're searching for inheritances too... Don't forget, that's Qingzu Guyu! It's useful to anyone. We might even break through another level!" As the sandy figure traversed the death desert, he stared