The desert at night was truly rather cold.
The temperature had dropped to five degrees above zero. Compared to the daytime temperatures of forty to fifty degrees above zero, the difference between day and night was simply enormous.
The cold meant nothing to Zhou Ke and the other four Martial Artists. Even dressed lightly, they could endure it.
But for Duomaiti, it was somewhat unbearable. Already dehydrated, he still had to endure such freezing temperatures and felt as if he were about to pass out.
Especially since he had to point out the way from time to time, which drained even more of his mental energy.
However, Duomaiti also knew that he had to keep holding on. If he did not, he might end up receiving a lunchbox.
Among the five of them, four were Martial Artists, yet when it came to traveling through the desert, they were complete novices. He, the weakest one, was their living navigation system. Without his guidance, they would get lost in the desert.
No matter how close they were to the base, even if it was only a few kilometers away, they could still lose their sense of direction. That was the terrifying aspect of the desert, and why so many desert travelers held it in awe.
"Duomaiti, are we heading in the right direction?" Zhou Ke stopped after traveling for a while and asked Duomaiti.
Duomaiti could only shiver as he endured the weakness throughout his body and his gradually chilling body. "Help, help me... up!"
Zhou Hai and the others immediately turned back and helped Duomaiti out of the large cloth sack. At this point, Zhou Hai and the others no longer looked down on Duomaiti as they once had. If they wanted to return to the base alive, they naturally still