Feng Hua San Shi (47)

Climbing out from underground, Lin Hao Tian found himself in a Shuòshuō Forest. It was already broad daylight, and the scorching sunlight baked his skin as if it were on fire. Although the environment had become somewhat harsher, Lin Hao Tian felt refreshed. He had finally escaped that gloomy, eerie underground ruins. Recalling all the strange things he had experienced, he was filled with the relief of having narrowly escaped death.

However, his excitement lasted only a short while before the expression vanished from Lin Hao Tian's face. Although he had returned alive from the underground ruins, he still faced a desperate situation. This was the Vast Gobi, where he could not distinguish directions at all. He had neither food nor water, and in such a harsh environment, he probably would not survive for long. He had no idea where his group was either. Could he really be buried here?

Lin Hao Tian casually pulled off several leaves from a Shuòshuō Tree and stuffed them into his mouth. After chewing a few times, a bitter taste immediately spread through his mouth. He opened his mouth and spat the chewed leaves onto the ground, his face contorting.

In any case, waiting for death was not an option. Lin Hao Tian rested briefly in the forest, then looked up at the sun. He did not know what time it was and could only pick a direction and continue walking aimlessly.

Several hours later, Lin Hao Tian had fallen into a dying state from severe dehydration. His feet moved mechanically, numb and unfeeling, at a speed barely faster than a tortoise's crawl. The last rays of the setting sun disappeared over the horizon, and the temperature on the Gobi dropped considerably, making Lin Hao Tian feel slightly better. Yet before long, the rapidly