After a full six hours of walking, they had covered less than a few dozen miles before finally leaving the killing intent storm behind.
Beyond it, the landscape was desolate yet magnificent. Weathered stone pillars rose one after another from the wasteland. Some stood hundreds of feet tall like skyscrapers; others were short and stout like crouching beasts.
Wind-carved furrows covered their surfaces, twisting them into strange shapes.
Lin Qing looked up at the pillars and wondered what this land had once looked like.
In ancient times, gods and Baleful Fiends had fought here, shattering millions of miles of earth and collapsing space and time.
Perhaps those pillars were remnants of that battle, witnesses to a cataclysm that had destroyed heaven and earth.
The group walked on for another two hours or so.
Sand still swept across the sky ahead, but the storm had weakened. Visibility improved slightly; they could now see about a hundred feet.
Liu Ting stopped and looked back. Seeing that everyone was keeping up, he nodded and pressed on.
His pace quickened. He clearly wanted to cover more ground before dark.
Lin Qing followed behind him, silently circulating the Dragon-Elephant Tyrant Body Art and drawing the surrounding killing intent into his body strand by strand.
He could feel his body gradually adapting to the killing intent. The rate at which his Dragon Veins expanded was slowly increasing too.
If he could stay here for six months or more, bringing his Dragon-Elephant Battle Body to major completion might not be a dream.
As the light faded, the group gradually slowed.
When the last trace of dim daylight vanished beyond the horizon, Liu Ting stopped.
He glanced at the others, surveyed the terrain, then pointed to a stone wall sheltered from the wind. "We'll rest here and set