Although Lian Ankang's group trailed far behind Lu Feng and the others, because Lu Feng had made no effort to hide his tracks, they easily discerned where the latter had gone.
Lu Feng had not left his trail exposed for Lian Ankang's sake, however. He wanted certain pursuing forces to find them so he could borrow their strength to shake off the Hidden Blade lurking in the shadows.
Being watched from the dark was never a pleasant feeling.
The desert night was even quieter than the day, every corner steeped in desolation and loneliness.
Chi Fo's group followed Lian Ankang's party, who were leading the way, for a long while. Staring at the unchanging expanse of yellow sand, irritation showed on every face.
At that moment, Fifth Uncle, walking at the very front, suddenly stopped and quietly cast Sixth Uncle beside him a look.
Seeing this, Chi Fo and the other two stepped forward suspiciously.
Just as Flame Demon was about to rebuke Fifth Uncle's group, his gaze sharpened. Looking toward the sand ahead, he asked in alarm, "What's going on? Why have those people's footprints suddenly vanished here?"
Chi Fo lowered his eyes and swept them across the sand ahead. Unlike the smooth sand they had seen on the way here, it bore numerous faint hollows and uneven depressions.
Fifth uncle replied, "I just sensed it. Beneath this sand lies the trace of an ancient, ruined mountain range. There may be some secret realm or treasure vault within. It's possible those people went inside to investigate."
Looking at the pitted marks, Chi Fo privately felt that it made some sense. They indeed resembled the signs of something burrowing beneath the sand.
Bang, bang bang!
As everyone marveled, several pillars of sand suddenly shot up like fountains.
Already on guard,