The Gray Wolf Warrior has a great background.

Every Canglang warrior is an elite warrior in the tribe.

The Desert Wolf is so huge that it can crush a person's head with one bite.

Each wolf tooth is like a dagger.

He has a rebellious, cruel and eccentric personality!

Only the most elite warriors in the tribe can tame it.

In a Huangsha tribe, an average of hundreds of Huangsha warriors die every year in the attempt to tame the Cang Wolf.

Even though the casualty rate remained high, these tribal warriors still flocked to the battlefield.

With the Gray Wolf mount, even chiefs and priests will pay you respect.

Moreover, the Gray Wolf Warrior below is not young.

Obviously he has a lot of experience.

There is also a necklace made of human heads hanging under the wolf head, which are all his trophies.

Just one look at it can make people feel scared.

No one dared to make a sound.

Try to hold your breath as much as possible and lie on the back of the sand dune.

It and the wolf walked to the door of the temple and inspected the surroundings.

After confirming that there was nothing unusual around, he walked into the temple.

"Captain Zong, who is this Yellow Sand Warrior? There's such a strong sense of oppression from it!"

A young girl beside him started to feel her heart beat faster after just one look.

"I don't know, but judging from his appearance, he must be a senior Canglang warrior."

"An ordinary Canglang warrior has the strength equivalent to a master of the fifth stage of the Law Realm, the Qi-Nourishing Soul Realm."

"This one, with a strong murderous aura all over his body, is at least a massacre of thousands of people. It is estimated that his strength is not lower than the sixth stage of the Dharma Realm, the Soul-Consuming Foundation Establishment Realm!"

Zong Ze speculated seriously.

There was no sign of relaxation on his face.

Just as he expected.

As expected, there are still experts guarding the rear.

This experience is destined to be extremely difficult.

However, the Gray Wolf Warriors of the Yellow Sand Clan are powerful.

But if I fight with all my strength, I am confident that I can kill it within a quarter of an hour!

Apart from it, the rest of the Huangsha tribe team is not worth mentioning, so just leave it to others!

The action is slightly risky though.

But the chances of success are still very high.

"Everyone, start unloading your luggage, bring your weapons, and get ready. In half an hour, we will charge into the Golden Pagoda Temple!"

"Don't fight too long. After killing all the Yellow Sand Tribe, do your best to collect the Sand Silica Scimitars. Let those slaves escape on their own."

"Except for the Sand Silica Scimitar, burn all the extra ones!"

"This is a ten-foot-high golden pagoda temple. We must fight quickly and decisively, otherwise it won't be long before the hundred-foot-high temple behind them comes to support us!"

"So, we must fight quickly and decisively, and not waste any time!"

Everyone felt the seriousness of the situation and nodded in agreement.

After unloading all the luggage and replenishing some water, we began to prepare for the battle.

"Get ready, everyone, let's go!"

"Follow my steps!"

Zong Ze gave an order.

Leading the way across the dunes, he sped along in the shadows.

The patrolling sentries roaming around were easily killed.

Without any delay, they entered the Golden Pagoda Temple.

There are many passages inside. Just as you enter the gate, there are five or six intersections where you need to choose.

On both sides are stone carvings of human heads and animal bodies and faintly burning torches.

It gives people a feeling of depression.

If you stay for a long time, it is inevitable that some psychological shadows will appear.

Fortunately, the "tongue" that everyone caught before described the internal structure of the temple, which was real.

Under the leadership of Zong Ze, the group walked through many twists and turns and finally arrived at the center of the Golden Pagoda Temple.

Here, there is a material warehouse.

Those human slaves had brought the supplies here before.

Baskets of strategic materials piled up like mountains.

Everyone was very excited and began to search the warehouse, picking out the sand silicon scimitars and carrying them on their backs with cloth strips.

Zong Ze didn't move.

He stood there, looking around.

The Huangsha tribe's military rations mostly consist of dried meat made from the flesh of some ferocious desert beasts.

A few are grains grown by human slaves.

The entire warehouse had a faint salty odor, like military boots that had been worn for several months.

What was even more bizarre was that there wasn't a single Huangsha guard inside or outside the entire warehouse, let alone any human slaves.

Where did the more than one hundred slaves and forty Yellow Sand Warriors go?

Zong Ze's nostrils twitched slightly, and his expression became increasingly ugly.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air.

“Snap!”

A drop of thick blood dripped from the top of his head.

Fell to the ground.

Everyone looked up and was immediately frightened out of their wits!

The top of their heads is the spire of the Golden Pagoda Temple.

That height of several dozen feet.

A huge rope ran through it.

There was a long string of corpses hanging like grasshoppers.

These people are the human slaves from before!

Zong Ze's pupils suddenly shrank and his expression became extremely nervous.

"Oh no, there's a trap here, everyone run away!"

He shouted loudly and ran away.

"Hehe, you only know to escape now, don't you think it's too late?"

"Is it too late?"

"Is it too late?"

“Huh?”

A burst of wild laughter came from outside the warehouse, and the sound echoed repeatedly in the claustrophobic space, seeming extremely weird.

Then, countless torches suddenly lit up on the spire where the corpse was hanging.

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