chapter 64 Princess of the desert tribe

The entire Western Wasteland is covered by an endless forest sea, with towering ancient trees and vines that block the sky and sun everywhere. In the lush dense forest, several figures shuttled rapidly. The figure flashing in the front, dressed in black and elegant, with a delicate face, is Pascal Amos. "Captain, there are still about a hundred miles ahead, and we will reach the forward camp of the Desolate tribe." Not far behind Pascal Amos, a young man in black reminded. Hearing...