Just when the bandits of Evil Ridge were likely too busy to worry about themselves to continue pursuing them,
Xu Yue's group encountered a true sandstorm in the Vast Desert.
Even Aperture Masters could not remain within such natural Heavenly Might for long.
Even Meng Qi's Golden Bell Shield, which had reached perfection at the fifth stage, could only block the physical damage caused by the wind and sand. Its effect against the ongoing dehydration and dryness was limited.
Not to mention Gu Changqing and Zhen Hui, who was still in the Qi Gathering Stage.
"We must find a suitable place to shelter. If all else fails, we'll have to stop and form a circle to shield one another."
Conversation was nearly impossible amid the sandstorm. As a local, Gu Changqing had to cover his nose and mouth with a scarf and shout himself hoarse for Meng Qi, whose Ear Aperture was open, to hear him.
If an ordinary caravan encountered a sandstorm, it had to stop and shelter behind its Camels. As martial artists, they were somewhat better off, but before Heavenly Might, that advantage was limited.
"There's a light ahead. Let's go take a look."
The sandstorm had long since turned everything pitch-black, yet a faint, flickering light appeared ahead.
Xu Yue's gaze deepened.
Since he was not a true Other Shore, Xu Yue was more of an active "Mandate of Heaven." It required deliberate effort on his part, and with the Golden Emperor watching his screen, he had not used it often.
Yet he had done nothing this time, and Meng Qi had still come here in the end.
This was precisely the temple built by Hong Neng, a disciple who had descended from Lanke Temple. Lanke Temple was currently one of the most prestigious factions in