Seven Yimo Kings

At noon the next day, the fierce gale winds in the wasteland finally showed a clear weakening.

Buzz.

All kinds of buzzing sounds surged from all directions like a rising tide. The wasteland, which had been somewhat orderly, finally became chaotic once more, and burning heat rose in the eyes of countless powerhouses.

The greed that had been tightly suppressed previously grew wildly like wild grass once again as the gale winds weakened.

"We are about to enter the wasteland." Liu Qing glanced into the distance and smiled. "Let's prepare as well. Taking advantage of the large crowds, we should be able to disperse quite a bit of the power of the Tianxuan Gale Wind, and as for those demon beasts inside, others can share the burden for us."

Although he was fond of battle by nature, he did not like wasting unnecessary effort for nothing. He knew the potency of the Tianxuan Gale Wind very well, and sinking deep into it would also prove extremely troublesome.

In the distance, countless streams of primal energy had already erupted, and ray after ray of light swept out like locusts, charging into the gale-filled wasteland.

Faint screams echoed, but they were already inaudible amidst the numerous roars coming from behind.

Lin Dong stood shoulder to shoulder with Zhu Li, Liu Qing, Luo Heng, and Kun Yuan. Behind them were the elite forces of the three clans, forming one of the top factions in this wasteland.

"The people of the Nine Phoenix Clan are about to make their move." Xiao Diao spoke up suddenly from the side.

The others followed his gaze and saw that Mu Di, the Great Elder of the Nine Phoenix Clan, suddenly had a ball of light appear in his hand. When the light scattered, it turned into a