Picking Up Supreme Treasures in the Dream Realm Chapter 753 753: 418. Mr. Ghost's Terrifying Appeal4

Yang Fan set up a small stool, placed a barbecue grill, and was leisurely barbecuing.

On the barbecue grill were strips of red-black at, twisting gently as if alive, making them look eerie.

If they weren't skewered with steel rods, they might have crawled away.

Yang Fan looked ahead and muttered, "I wonder how long I'll have to wait."

He had been riding the Centipede Overlord, searching through the Black Sand Sea for a long ti, and had mostly determined the location of the Iron Fist Civilization Gate.

The area fifty kiloters ahead was the new location after the World Gate was forced to relocate.

If Gaba Muda had searched with his own power, it wouldn't be surprising for it to take three to five years.

But Yang Fan managed to settle it in less than half a day.

Next to the barbecue grill, there was a black tal fragnt stuck in the sand.

He had accidentally found this black tal fragnt in the Boundless Desert Sea two hours earlier.

At first glance, Yang Fan imdiately thought of Gaba Muda's black giant sword.

The material and pattern of the fragnt were almost identical to the weapon of this guest from the Iron Fist Race.

On the surface of the fragnt, there was a conspicuous mark, that looked like it had been clawed by so sharp talons.

Yang Fan imdiately used the "Past" Star Formation, taking the fragnt as a dium to conduct a retrospective exploration.

According to the results of the exploration, this tragic event happened roughly half a month ago.

Which was before the Iron Fist Race relocated the World Gate.

A squad of Iron Fist People, numbering over thirty, happened to encounter a group of Demon Eye Evil Race.

Or rather, the Iron Fist People were ambushed by the Primordial Evil Race.

The Demon Eye Race are native to the Black Sand Sea and are incredibly familiar with it. Not only are they adept at concealing themselves in the Black Sand Sea, but they also possess nurous tracking thods in the Black Sea.

After an intense and cruel battle, the Iron Fist squad was unsurprisingly completely annihilated.

The owner of the fragnt encountered a Demon Eye Race with quite a strong fighting strength.

The Evil Race suddenly burst from the sand, swiftly appearing behind the Iron Fist Warrior.

The Iron Fist Warrior was aghast, hurriedly turning his body to swing the giant sword towards his rear.

Due to the rushed response, this slash gathered only about one-third of his Strong Manifestation, far from showcasing his full strength.

The Evil Race punched directly forward, precisely smashing against the giant sword, breaking it into dozens of pieces.

The fist then drove forward, piercing the Iron Fist Warrior's chest, and ripped out his heart.

The Evil Race did sothing exceedingly disgusting.

It took the still-beating heart and took a large bite, fully revealing the ferocious nature of the Primordial Evil Race.

This tragedy was clearly the decisive reason for the Iron Fist Race to relocate the World Gate.

At this very mont.

Although the Iron Fist Race suffers total annihilation every now and then, seeming extrely unlucky, this is the current situation for most Civilization Worlds exploring the Primordial World.

Wave after wave dying, and as the number of deaths increases, experience is slowly accumulated.

As long as soone survives and returns, they can bring back sothing, however little, and over ti, their civilization gradually strengthens.

After a dozen seconds.

The barbecue at on the grill gradually stopped twisting, and its color changed from red-black to pure black.

A faint aroma of at wafted out from the barbecue.

Yang Fan thought for a mont and took out his phone to snap a picture.

Yesterday, the Ghost Office sent a request; Great Xia's largest social platform, Penguin Interactive, wanted to invite Mr. Ghost to join the platform.

Penguin Interactive offered very generous terms, with an annual signing fee of 100 million Xia Yuan and 5 million Xia Yuan per post.

The more posts he makes, the more money is given, without any limit.

The Ghost Office wasn't sure how to handle it, so they reported it.

Yang Fan agreed to the invitation but didn't take a penny; instead, he transferred the inco to the Great Xia Welfare Fund.

Penguin Interactive launched a widespread publicity campaign, and even though his personal account didn't have a single post, the fan count reached an astonishing eight hundred million.

Not only were there fans from Great Xia but also many from abroad.

Yang Fan opened Penguin Interactive, uploaded the picture, and added a line of text: "Spent a day wandering in the Black Sand Sea, grilling sothing to fill my stomach."

Electromagnetic signals instantly transmitted to the World Island of the World Gate, where a Heaven Reaching Tower was set up, covering over five hundred kiloters.

With the help of the branches of the World Tree, the signal could seamlessly enter Canglan Star.

In the next mont.

Likes and replies began to surge crazily.

After rely five seconds, likes exceeded the ten million mark.

Replies were slightly delayed as editing text takes ti, and there were only over ten thousand.

From this, it was evident how terrifying Mr. Ghost's influence was.

Yang Fan was about to check the comnts when he suddenly sensed sothing, raising his head to look at the gusting sands ahead.

The power of the Spatial Star Trace inford him that a light spatial disturbance had occurred ahead.

A thought instantly popped into his mind: "Are the Iron Fist People already about to enter the Black Sand Sea?"

According to normal logic, after losing a squad of elite warriors and being forced to relocate the World Gate, the Iron Fist People should halt exploration for a period.

It could be a month, maybe six months, or even a year wouldn't be impossible.

Now with the World Gate showing signs so quickly, it really surprised him.