Along the way, there was the coercion of Futu to open the way, which was very smooth, and it was inevitable that he would encounter the generals of the Longxuan Empire on the border to ask, and Shen Yanxiao simply advanced directly from the edge of the barren land.

The idea that the barren land is safer than the outside is really bloody.

The Traces of Oblivion can be said to be the largest trading market in the Bright Continent.

There's nothing you can't buy here, only what you can't think of.

From all kinds of rare treasures to all kinds of magical beasts.

But there is a rule in Traces of Oblivion, that is, no matter what you want to buy, you can't ask about the origin of the product.

Shen Yanxiao: Ten days later, they reached the Trace of Oblivion.

Standing on the plains and looking at the canyon that has left the land is truly amazing.

Walking into the traces of oblivion, you can see houses built in the valley everywhere, dirty ground and dilapidated buildings, like a slum.

The whole valley is hot and dry, and the thick stench makes people feel uncomfortable.

In such a filthy and messy place, one could see brightly dressed nobles and wealthy merchants walking down the streets, followed by several ragged and dull-eyed slaves, whose limbs were chained and still led by buyers, like cattle.

"Come and see, young and strong adult slaves, with a strong physique and good physical condition."

"Young Slave Girl ......"

As the only slave market in the entire Bright Continent, Traces of Oblivion is full of slave traders.

The slaves knelt on a wooden platform, their limbs chained, and the iron collars of two fingers thick around their necks tightly strangled their necks, their hair scattered, and their bodies were covered with tattered strips of cloth that concealed the most shabby shame, and their bodies were filthy and foul-smelling.

The slave trader held the whip in his hand, shouted and waved it, and threw the snake-like whip at the slaves.

"It's really uncomfortable here." As a priest, the sleeping wolf could hardly endure the cruelty of the slave market, and he watched a young girl curl up in a ball and shiver under the whip of a merchant.

"There is still such a place in the Bright Continent, I don't know what the people here are thinking." The fire wolf couldn't bear to continue looking, so he could only look away.

The six wolves looked at Shen Yanxiao, who was walking in the forefront, and Shen Yanxiao hadn't said a word since he entered the Marks of Oblivion.

They didn't know what to do, and the person who couldn't stand the slave trade the most was Shen Yanxiao.

Shen Yanxiao's eyes were cold as they had never been, looking at the slaves sold along the road, watching the people who had been completely brainwashed kneeling on the ground trembling under the scolding of the traders, begging for the favor of the buyers, like sold animals, showing their teeth and muscles, as if expecting to be bought.

There was a cacophony of noises, and there was a commotion in the crowd in front of them.

A shirtless man pulled an emaciated little girl and ran forward through the crowd.

Behind them, five or six fat men with big bellies and round waists were chasing after them with whips.

The crowded crowd formed a natural barrier, and the strong man suddenly fell to the ground under the constant impact, and was rushed forward by the little girl he fell in his hand, and fell directly at Shen Yanxiao's feet.

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I'm going to go to the hospital to have a tooth extraction later, so I'll update the chapter first.