In the depths of the Shadow Desert, as the blazing sun gradually descends towards the barren horizon, the temperature of this desolate land also begins to mellow.
But as the night falls, the desert becomes somewhat "lively", with some fearsome shadows gradually emerging from various patches of sand.
Wang Zhifan noticed the changes happening around him, but he didn't care because he was comfortably holed up in his pitch-black tower.
Being a legendary item, if it could be destroyed by mere shadow monsters, then the grading system of this extraordinary game would be a farce.
"Those monsters outside don't look very strong, but there are really too many of them. I'd better stay here and continue my cultivation."
At this moment, Wang Zhifan held a liquor gourd in his right hand, filled with fine wine from the Wuji Sect World. He slowly walked to a large arched window on the top floor of the pitch-black tower, took a sip of wine, and then looked out at the desert to make an assessment.
