Four scenes appeared before Xu Zhiming's eyes.
A desert, an ocean island, a forest, and an alien battlefield (Ghost Snake Clan).
"Please select a battle scene."
Without hesitation, Xu Zhiming chose the alien battlefield.
Within Martial Glory, the most popular battle scene was the alien battlefield.
If the alien battlefield ranked third, then no other scene could rank first or second.
At the same time, this was also the most difficult battle scene.
Besides fighting, one also had to deal with sudden attacks from the Foreign Races on the battlefield.
Xu Zhiming wanted to see what the Foreign Races looked like.
His vision blurred.
The plaza hall vanished, replaced by a gloomy sky.
More than a hundred meters ahead of him stood a young man with empty hands.
"Please select your weapon. The weapon's weight may be adjusted freely."
"A spear."
Different types of long spears appeared before Xu Zhiming.
He casually selected one, gripped it in his hand, and swung it several times. It felt too light.
"Add fifty pounds."
As he adjusted the spear, Xu Zhiming looked around and surveyed the surroundings.
The sky was pale gray. There was no vegetation around them, only piles of enormous rocks and countless corpses.
There were humans, as well as members of the Ghost Snake Clan.
Several cold, sinister auras lurked within the piles of rocks.
In the distance.
Xu Zhiming's opponent, Kick the Cripple's Third Leg, heard the system prompt that his opponent was still adjusting his weapon.
He was somewhat surprised.
However, he did not urge him on.
His opponent, Enter Machine 10086, was still adjusting his weapon and observing the surrounding environment.
It reminded him of the first time he had entered Martial Glory. He had been exactly the same.
To make up for the time he had