No Matter How Bad It Is, It's Only Like This

Only people who walked here all year round could remember this route. Every set distance, a Desolate Poison Mushroom would be planted to prevent the local demon beasts from gathering here.

Every poisonous mushroom like this was nurtured by a former human. It was a path that the locals used their lives to pave for their descendants.

In this desert, it was best not to fly.

Coupled with the two methods of the python and poisonous mushrooms and the experienced snake users, they could advance here relatively safely.

In this kind of wasteland, the sky always darkened especially quickly. In the day, all the creatures were disguised on the ground and did not move. At night, it was the prelude to their party.

All kinds of wolf howls and beast roars sounded in the wilderness. Fortunately, they followed those snake people and found a Desolate Poison Mushroom before the sun set.