Xu Zimo frowned slightly as he watched the scene.
The imposing aura of the Divine Meridian Realm emanated from that desiccated corpse.
"What is going on?" Xu Zimo asked the three people beside him.
"We don't know either," one of the three disciples in yellow robes explained.
"We came as a group. The moment we entered the desert, we encountered desiccated corpses.
In the end, only the three of us survived."
"There are far too many desiccated corpses in this desert. They seem to be patrolling it," another disciple beside him said.
"We can neither enter nor leave. We're completely trapped here."
Xu Zimo frowned in thought.
These three were probably disciples from some second-rate faction.
The reason they recognized him was also because of his previous conflict with the Cloud Emperor Sect.
But what troubled him was that there were actually many of these desiccated corpses.
If every one of them possessed Divine Meridian Realm cultivation, he could only rely on Baimeng and Chaos himself.
With his current cultivation, dealing with one Divine Meridian Realm expert was still manageable. If there were too many, it definitely would not work.
Xu Zimo looked up. The desert stretched endlessly, vast and empty.
There were hardly any places to hide around them. Finding this massive boulder was already considered fortunate.
If they continued forward and encountered desiccated corpses, they would probably not even find anything to hide behind.
"Saint Son Xu, do you have any way to contact the Sacred Sect and have them rescue us?" the Young Man beside him asked expectantly.
"No. Besides, the sect only sent Saint Meridian Realm cultivators this time. Even if they came, it would be useless," Xu Zimo shook his head and said.
"Then aren't we finished?" another Young Man said despondently.
"One of the