The White Bone Devil Lord looked terribly awkward. He had never imagined that, while dealing with a mere Foundation Establishment brat, he would be repeatedly toyed with by the boy, only for him to eventually escape without a trace. He had not only scanned the area with his divine sense, but had also used several secret arts in succession, yet still found nothing. The Foundation Establishment brat seemed to have vanished completely into thin air, leaving not the slightest trace.
Unwilling to give up, the White Bone Devil Lord had practically plowed through the surrounding dozens of miles. His true qi had pulverized countless tiny creatures living among the sand and gravel, yet he still hadn't found so much as a single hair of Lei Dong. Just as he seemed somewhat frustrated and was about to leave, a faint, unusual sensation came through his divine sense. His slightly dejected bearing abruptly stiffened, and a flash of anger crossed his sinister, murderous face. "Who's there?"
"Welcome to the edge of the Great Desert, Devil Lord." A burly man dressed in a flamboyant, unusual style seemed to coalesce out of a pile of yellow sand. He laughed heartily. "As the head of the guardian clan of the Great Desert, I have been remiss in not welcoming you. My apologies. The Devil Lord certainly lives up to his reputation, to have seen through my sand escape technique." Though Doji, the Barbarian clan leader, looked rough and uncouth, he was in fact a meticulous man. He spoke Zhao Prefecture's dialect flawlessly.
The White Bone Devil Lord's expression shifted slightly, but he remained composed. "So you're the Barbarian clan leader. Why aren't you staying in the Great Desert? What are you doing in my Zhao Prefecture?" He was thinking that this Barbarian did not seem