The entire world was an endless stretch of barren desert. Storms ravaged the land, and yellow sand blotted out the sky. The environment was brutally hostile. Even a sixth-tier being couldn't survive for long in this world's sandstorms, because every grain of sand carried terrifying piercing force.
Space warped. In this seemingly boundless desert world, groups of powerful beings from the Light Realm tumbled out in more than a dozen places, each wearing a bewildered expression.
They couldn't understand why, despite being inside the mist, they had arrived in a completely new world in the blink of an eye.
In the next moment, everyone who had appeared in this world changed expression. This place was far too dangerous.
Pfft, pfft, pfft...
The storms raged, whipping sand through the air. Caught off guard, hundreds of seventh- and eighth-tier beings were pierced by sand within two breaths, their bodies reduced to minced flesh and carried away by the wind!
"Not good! This world is too dangerous. It must be that man's sinister scheme. Everyone, stay alert!"
Someone shouted a warning.
At once, energy surged from the bodies of those who had appeared in this world. Lights of every color flashed, forming protective barriers to withstand the sandstorms.
But the storms were too violent. The howling winds made it impossible to see far, and some seventh- and eighth-tier beings couldn't keep their footing and were swept away.
The Gen Formation. Gen represented earth, and it had evolved into a desert world!
Nearly seven hundred ninth-tier powerhouses had arrived in this desert world, along with more than forty thousand seventh- and eighth-tier beings. They were scattered everywhere and had yet to adapt to this harsh environment.
"Hmph. Trying to play tricks!" came a cold snort.
A middle-aged man in a yellow-brown robe stood in