Xu Qing licked his lips and hid in the wind, preparing to hunt.
Dozens of kilometers away, at the edge of the green sand desert, a flesh monster was speeding.
Its body was as large as 50 feet tall, like a mountain of flesh. It had more than ten arms and seven to eight sarcomas that looked like heads.
On one of the sarcomas hanging on its chest, there was an unrecognizable face.
From the details, it could be seen that it was Li Youfei.
However, at that moment, his face was pale and his aura was weak. His body had undergone serious mutations and his injuries were equally adverse. It was as though every breath of circulation of his cultivation base would cause intense pain in his internal organs and he would occasionally spurt out blood uncontrollably.
This was especially so for the wound on his chest. There was a puncture wound there and many of his bones had shattered.