751 Trap 4yr

Translator: Nyoi_Bo_StudioEditor: Nyoi_Bo_Studio

The overflowing Divine Power was full of Air of Death. The entire desert became lifeless.
Nothing was left in the air but a dry chill, as if all the water were sucked out of the world. 
Gao Peng sneezed. 
The sky darkened.
He stopped Goldie and the others from making a light.
A light in the darkness would only be a torch. 
The best thing to do in the night is to fade into the darkness, become the darkness.
The weapons stuck in the ground were like corpses. 
They were silent, staring at these self-invited guests with open eyes. 
"There may be others." Gao Peng frowned. 
"There's the Hundred Wither Clan in the Northern Desert. But boss, Hundred Wither Clan are local Mythical Familiars, aren't they interested in what's here?" Desolion asked curiously. 
"It's God's legacy, why wouldn't they be interested?" Gao Peng said faintly. 
Halfway through his sentence, Gao Peng paused his steps. Were the peering gazes he sensed before from the Hundred Wither Clan?
Gao Peng glanced behin