Meanwhile, elsewhere...
While Zhou Ye was still stunned by the astonishing strength of his second brother, the neighborhood loafer, he looked at the vast stretch of scorched earth before him, and an uncontrollable surge of relief welled up in his heart at having narrowly escaped death.
Yet before he had even finished letting out that breath,
a sandstorm suddenly began to howl across the stretch of heaven and earth where they stood.
The development made Zhou Ye's heart pound violently.
"Damn it, where am I now?!"
The camel had been frightened and bolted out of control. How could he possibly have told which way they were going?
Sandstorms breaking out in the desert were nothing unusual in themselves. The soldiers stationed here had long since grown used to them.
But the problem now was that if they had entered that desert force's territory and triggered the restrictions there, a sandstorm would break out as well!
The former was naturally formed, while the latter was driven by magical power.
Compared with mages, martial artists were far less sensitive to magical power. They had to at least reach the Vajra Realm to distinguish it accurately. As for Zhou Ye, a Hundred Refinements Realm warrior, bluntly speaking, he was merely a super-soldier with barely any true qi. At this moment, he could not distinguish it at all.
Then, as if remembering something, he instinctively raised his head and looked toward Xuan Yu.
Compared with Zhou Ye, Xuan Yu had clearly sensed something. At this moment, its eyes as it gazed into the depths of the desert were filled with solemnity.
With no time to think, Xuan Yu, circling overhead, let out a cry, as if urging Zhou Ye to leave at once.
Unlike Qiansui, whose enormous body was large enough to carry people,