Chapter 43 Great Wasteland Ranger_1

The vast land of Guanrao is infinite, expansive and boundless. Each piece of land emits a bleak and ancient aura that has endured the passage of countless eras, a notion that seems frozen in time, as if recounting the times of yore to the innumerable beasts of the Great Wasteland.

The river of time flows relentlessly, erasing countless historical facts without leaving any traces. The glory of ancient forefathers has long since faded into oblivion, leaving only successive generations of humans to persevere, pursuing the glory of their ancestors and propagating past grandeur.

The boundless grasslands are lush and full of life. Among the dense wild grass, one can even find ferocious beasts lurking, their eyes a deadly red as they watch their prey in the distance, eager for the kill.

The wild and primitive land has, since ancient times, adhered to the law of survival of the fittest through natural selection. Beauty coexists with danger, and opportunity dances with death.