On the desolate plains, dust rose like a dragon.
Thousands of riders in black armor moved like a silent black dragon, winding along the barren official road.
In the center of the formation, Wei He wore a dark robe, draped with a wide black cloak.
Despite the wind and sand assaulting his face, his brows remained tightly furrowed.
Wuxia / Martial Arts
Urban / Supernatural
Urban / Sci-fi
Isekai / Mature
Sci-fi / Supernatural
Supernatural / Drama
Urban / Sci-fi
LitRPG / Adventure
LitRPG / Urban
LitRPG / Xuanhuan
Mature / Xuanhuan
Xuanhuan / Romance