633 Doom of the Foreign Blood

The drill of mystic rays was bouncing like unpredictable flames in Yan Xibei's pupils, burning the last bit of his consciousness into oblivion.

The best warrior of Iron Plateau in the old days took a long breath, before he gradually froze, withered, and died with an indescribable expression on his face.

Li Yao didn't know what to say. He scratched his helmet for a long time before he asked, "How did you end up here?"

"We came to Iron Plateau to look for you and did not know it was so weird until we arrived. Without your specific coordinates, we could only wander aimlessly," Mo Xuan explained. "Later, we noticed that an Exo Society had landed on Iron Plateau. We had been following them secretly, but we lost them half a day ago.

"We detected that spiritual waves of this area were extremely intense, so we drew close below the ground.