The Buried Eleven Years

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

The data collecting was carried out smoothly. The team soon had a map of the area within five kilometers.

Mo Fan glanced at Lingling's tablet and saw densely scattered purple dots on the verge of turning black behind the team. The number of the Sandstorm Demon Locusts had reached an unimaginable level!

"Hurry up, they are getting closer!" Ge Ming ordered, glancing at the cloud of Sandstorm Demon Locusts behind them.

The team quickly figured out the safe path with the help of the map.

Everyone picked up their pace. Even though the Sandstorm Demon Locusts were not necessarily heading in their direction, the calamity they brought would surely cover a wide area. If they failed to leave the area in time, the Sandstorm Demon Locusts were going to devour them, and not leave a single bone behind!

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