Afterward, Harvey found a stone and sat suspended in midair.
With Void Armor condensed from magic, even the extreme heat could not touch Harvey in the slightest.
The Mogri watched as this man flew through the air directly, each of them filled with curiosity.
They were born unafraid of scorching heat, with excellent physical strength and endurance. They could run across this Yellow Sand Land for several hours without tiring.
They had also seen other visitors from alien worlds. Those people arrived in powerful interstellar fighters, and alien technology was indeed very advanced.
But they had never seen anyone capable of flying directly without relying on a fighter or special technology.
"Warrior, may I ask how I should address you?"
Mayor Lex looked at Harvey and asked respectfully.
"My name is Kassadin."
"I am only doing this for money, and I will be leaving soon."
"So you do not need to call me a warrior."
Hearing this, Harvey glanced at Lex and spoke indifferently.
"Please do not misunderstand. I did not mean to offend you."
"But may I boldly ask you a question?"
After hearing this, Lex immediately waved his hands, looking apologetic as he asked cautiously.
Harvey fell into thought at those words, then nodded slightly.
"Mr. Kassadin, you can fly directly and kill the Desert Disaster that countless people have been unable to kill."
"May I ask... are you a god?"
Seeing Harvey nod, reverence filled Lex's eyes.
Their Mogri Clan had always lived in this desert.
Their relationship with the Sand Shell Scorpions had always been part of the food chain—either hunting or being hunted.
Sometimes they returned with a full haul, and sometimes there were casualties. They would hold rites of mourning before carrying out Sand Burial.
But ever since the Desert Disaster appeared over twenty