No. 107
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"Where is No. 107?" Han Sen spitted out some blood in his mouth and asked quietly.
"You will know when we get there." Ning Yue did not talk to Han Sen again and hit the road.
Ning Yue never expected to get much from Han Sen's mouth. And there was no way he would let Han Sen off the hook at this point.
Han Sen was curious about the No. 107 Ning Yue mentioned. However, the group of people did not speak about it at all. All they did was traveling. It seemed that they were in a hurry.
Han Sen understood the reason. All of them had evolved and could not stay too long in First God's Sanctuary, otherwise their bodies would not be able to take it.
Under this circumstance, Ning Yue still insisted to take him to No. 107, which made Han Sen even more curious about it.
Very soon, Han Sen's question was answered. The group of people traveled across Devil Desert on sacred-blood mounts and entered an arid mountain.