After a brief rest, Li Huowang lifted his helmet and started walking again. Whether it was real or not, they were already halfway there. All he could do now was keep going.
As the sun rose, the temperature on the Gobi Desert gradually climbed, making it even more unbearable than the night.
On top of spending the whole night without sleep or food, exhaustion showed on everyone's faces.
With fatigue as his companion, Li Huowang walked forward in silence. When the sun hung high in the sky, everyone suddenly stopped.
"That's... Chen Hongyu?" Li Huowang stared blankly at the familiar broad body ahead. Then wild joy flashed across his face. "She really had supernatural abilities? She isn't dead?"
Li Huowang rushed over, but when he came within a few steps of Chen Hongyu, he gradually stopped.
It was indeed Chen Hongyu, but she had not come back to life. Under the blazing heat, she had begun to rot.
Dense swarms of large-headed flies crawled in and out of her seven orifices, sucking endlessly.
After brewing for a whole night and another day, the stench of Chen Hongyu's corpse had grown overpowering. Li Huowang had killed quite a few people, but he had never imagined that a dead person could stink this badly.
It was a smell with force behind it, like a wall pressed before Li Huowang, leaving him unable to get even half a step closer.
The stench burrowed up Li Huowang's nose, hooking his stomach and making it heave again and again, trying to force everything in it out in one violent spray.
Even with his helmet on, Li Huowang's eyes were stung so badly that he could not open them at all. Tears kept streaming down his face. He tried to move closer, but simply could not