Wang Jixuan observed the only 'living human' in the cabin through the eyes of his avatar.
After a brief contemplation, Wang Jixuan casually wielded his long sword.
Li Qiwei's entire body broke out in a cold sweat, thinking he was about to die.
But as the sword light flickered past, the window and part of the cabin structure in front of Li Qiwei suddenly collapsed.
He stumbled forward, falling onto the soft sand. Just as he looked up, the tip of a long sword was pointed at his throat.
The desert night was somewhat chill, and the cold wind blew against Li Qiwei's neck.
The sword was only a few millimeters away from Li Qiwei;
His mind went blank, thinking he was about to die, but the sword edge did not stab forward. Instead, it turned left and pressed against his shoulder.
Li Qiwei's legs went weak and he knelt down with a thump.
"What's your name?"
Xing Dian's voice was low and hoarse.
"Li, Li Qiwei Leon."
