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Yingjiaoaolei Island Desert.
Upon entering, Gu Xi felt for the first time that Octopus Head Players were not only rather strange-looking, but also possessed rather strange aesthetics.
An island in the middle of a desert was already strange enough.
Still, it was understandable. At the very least, the desert could be viewed as an ocean, with the rocks protruding from the sand forming parts of the islands.
But the problem was that what protruded from the desert was not rock, but icebergs.
That made the scene look rather bizarre.
Gu Xi simply could not imagine how an iceberg and a desert could be combined.
Moreover, the icebergs before him were clearly not all that tall.
The battle in the Yingjiaoaolei Island Desert had not yet fully ended.
From time to time, undead could still be seen fighting Sludge Undead in the desert.
However, it was obvious that the Octopus Head Necromancer controlling this place could no longer hold on.
The undead under Gu Xi's command were now conducting a cleanup. If the desert had not been difficult to traverse, and if the icebergs had not been so cold and convenient for the Sludge Undead to hide in, the battle here would likely have ended long ago.
At present, Gu Xi's undead were searching for enemies, preparing to clear out every last one of them.
With one look at the situation before him, Gu Xi knew that the style of this place did not suit him.
He simply could not keep up with such wildly imaginative ideas.
After looking over the current situation, he understood the Death City's eventual fate. It would be dismantled for materials, all of which would be sent to