Grain Lord had started out as a professional silver hunter, so he possessed quite a few ways to contact people like them.
That was precisely why Molo was confident he could enter [Path of Desperation].
The difficulty of this event was divided into two parts.
One part was the event itself, while the other was the silver hunters.
When entering the event, although everyone had their own path, those paths were not truly separate in essence.
Everyone was still walking the same road, merely overlapping with one another. Most of the time, they could not see the others and did not interfere with each other.
Occasionally, they could even see the phantom images of others fighting.
At such times, special methods could be used to break through the barriers between them and launch a surprise attack on the enemy.
[Path of Desperation] had already been exceptionally dangerous to begin with. If a powerful expert suddenly appeared to ambush someone, survival would be incredibly difficult.
That was why Molo had absolutely not dared to take this risk before subduing Grain Lord.
Originally, his agreement with Grain Lord this time had merely been to ensure he would not face any additional danger in [Path of Desperation], but now...
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Naimus quickly finished waiting in line.
Not many people were entering [Path of Desperation] today.
This event undoubtedly had certain thresholds.
Few had reached those thresholds, and even fewer still possessed their once-a-year opportunity.
Naimus quickly stepped out of the city gate. In that instant, he felt his entire body being stirred.
Some special force acted upon him.
"A ritual?" The thought flashed through Naimus's mind, and he was already standing on a road.
It looked like an utterly ordinary country path.
The path was muddy, with weeds and bushes lining both sides.