At night, the temperature in the desert began to plummet sharply.
From unbearably scorching, it gradually turned bitterly cold enough to freeze three feet of ice.
Even the sand walls Tang Lan had built made crackling sounds through the night, forcing him to reinforce them every few hours.
Although he was inside the Sand House, Tang Lan could still vaguely hear rustling sounds outside. Before long, they grew increasingly dense.
Slowly rising to his feet, Tang Lan made a light slicing motion with his hand, and a small hole immediately appeared in the sand wall before him.
Through that hole, Tang Lan quickly saw what was happening outside.
As far as the eye could see, black shadows the size of calves were scattered all over the dune.
They moved swiftly across the dune, and their destination was unexpectedly the Sand House where Tang Lan was staying.
"Have they discovered me?"
"But these little things don't seem very aggressive. They probably can't break through this endlessly compressed sand wall."
When Tang Lan saw clearly that they were Crimson Flame Scorpions of the desert, he finally relaxed somewhat.
Crimson Flame Scorpions were among the most common Soul Beasts in the desert. During the day, they buried themselves beneath the yellow sand, only emerging at night to forage for food.
Clearly, they had sensed the aura of Soul Power emanating from Tang Lan.
However, Tang Lan was not too worried. He returned to the sand bed inside and sat cross-legged, entering meditation.
The night passed without incident. When the sun rose the next day, the bone-piercing cold wind over the land gradually began to warm.
Only during the two hours when night and day changed places was the temperature truly comfortable.
By calculation, there were at least four hours each day when the