187 Lone Hunter

One month later.

Zenith Province at the northwest of Wasteland.

Amid the desert that stretched as far as the eye could see stood jagged rocky mountains of all kinds of shapes and sizes, just like a forest carved out of rocks.

Each piece of rock was peppered with hundreds of thousands of holes. On the inside, they were full of caves that stretched out in all directions, carving out a cave which was no different than a maze.

In addition, hidden under the ground were many-hundred-meter-long underground rivers, turning this seemingly lifeless stone forest into a paradise in the Wasteland.

It was also the best hiding place for the demon beasts.

Crouching inside a gray-brown thermal camouflage netting, Li Yao looked just like a piece of rock.

A poisonous scorpion crawled its way from his ass to his head before slowly crawling down, its tail all curled up, apparently searching for a prey between the rocks.

"It seems today isn’t good as well!"