The sun was setting in the west, shrouding the land in a blood-colored glow, with a kind of apocalyptic bleakness and decay.

Lin Tian stood in the Falling Wasteland Gorge, indifferently looking at Yu Qianling, the black hair on his forehead swaying slightly with the light wind.

"The sun will fall, and your cheap life, too, will perish."

Yu Qianling's eyes were cold.

Boom, without any unnecessary words, Yu Qianling's body rushed out of a ...