Chapter 1532: The Master of Wild Breeds_1

The Great Western Wasteland was not a small patch of land, but a vast region. Traversing this land, Peter Brown witnessed nothing but desolation. There was no vitality, no vegetation, just dunes of shifting sands, and occasionally, one could spot ancient skeletal remains.

In such a place, there was also a peculiar situation: it seemed as if some sort of confinement was in effect, preventing people from using energy to fly. Upon entering, the only option was to walk.

It was only when Peter tried to use the Hidden Immortal Boat that he realized it too was immobile.

What a strange place!

Suddenly, Peter keenly felt a murderous intent approaching.

Without a second thought, Peter threw a punch.

Boom!

In the clash of great powers, Peter noticed he had just sent a lean man flying with his fist.

Looking at the man, Peter did not detect any aura of the Sacred Fate Seed within him.

However, Peter could smell a faint scent of grass and trees.

An Exotic Seed?