Across the vast Gobi Desert, yellow sand stretched endlessly beneath the blazing sun. The scorching sunlight baked the desolate earth until it resembled a red-hot iron plate; one could feel the searing heat beneath their feet with every step.
Life was scarce in this barren region, and humans, with their demanding environmental needs, were even less likely to settle here. Even travelers passing through were pitifully few. Calling it a wasteland could not have been more fitting.
Yet beneath the blazing sun, several figures stepped into this barren land.
After glancing over the endless Gobi ahead and comparing it with the City of Slaughter's location in his memories, Zhao Xuan turned to Tang Chen and Tang San behind him. "It should be a little over a hundred kilometers away. Let's pick up the pace."
"Alright!"
The two nodded and followed Zhao Xuan, leaping toward the former location of the City of Slaughter.
A little over a hundred kilometers was nothing to them. In less than half an hour, the three arrived at the desolate town hidden within the barren mountain range. It had been abandoned ever since the great upheaval several years ago, and a thick layer of yellow sand now covered its ruins.
Several withered yellow blades of grass sprouted from the ruins, swaying in the wind and displaying their tenacious vitality.
At the center of the town, near the former wilderness tavern, the three gazed at the enormous pit where magma churned. Their expressions varied, but Tang Chen's was undoubtedly the most complicated.
"I never expected the City of Slaughter to conceal something like this."
Tang Chen drew a deep breath, his gaze dark as he stared at the pit before him.
Back when he had still been the King of Slaughter, his consciousness had been clouded. Only