Chapter 165: The Golden Red Sand Scorpion

A figure appeared, shrouded entirely within the folds of a wide black robe. Not only was the face hidden, but even the body was not fully discernible.

But the voice was familiar, bringing immense surprise and joy to the three of them.

Vivian's eyes misted over, on the verge of crying. Seeing his sudden arrival at a critical moment gave her a sense of tranquility and peace of mind.

No one spoke it out loud; knowing in their hearts was enough.

Hiss—

Three Purple Red Sand Scorpions were hissing, their bodies glowing with a purple luster that had a certain aesthetic, yet their strikes were swift, accurate, and brutal. So far, no fewer than twenty-three trialists had fallen victim, of which only five had managed to crush their Spirit Talismans in time to protect themselves with a faint gleam.

As for the other eighteen, they all had their brows pierced and met with a complete and utter demise.