The long Life-Death Line, deeper into the desert.
In the dim light, shadowy figures silently drew near.
Some had ram's horns and python bodies, some had snake hair and horse bodies, some had huge heads and tiny bodies, and some were humanoid, with hands like chicken claws...
The desert was very "barren."
This "barrenness" affected the depths of the Divine Soul and, by extension, the physical body.
Only the power of Soul-Life Stones could resist it.
And one of the key materials used to make Soul-Life Stones was Shadow Demon heads.
These misshapen monstrosities—or, to put it another way, these normal demons—were right at home in this "barrenness."
The demons' bodies were also part of the "barrenness."
It wasn't the desert that created the demons; it was the demons' existence that expanded the desert.
There were nearly a hundred Shadow Demons drawing near, and they seemed to have some semblance of order, quietly forming an encirclement. They were unlike the scattered creatures that occasionally appeared along the Life-Death Line, always wandering about like headless flies.
Even in the Boundless Desert, the sun could still be seen.
But the sun overhead was forever veiled in gloom, like a patch of rust on a bronze mirror that no amount of wiping could remove.
You could still see it, but you could never look through it and see yourself.
"Even the Boundless Desert can't make him turn back. What is he trying to do?" said a man wrapped in a black robe.
This black robe was no ordinary garment. It had a heavy, iron-forged quality. Two black arrowheads dangled from the edges of the robe on either side.
They glinted coldly and were razor-sharp, no mere ornaments. An arrow shaft could be fitted to either one at any moment, turning it into a