...Five days later.
The Western Border, Cangwu Desert, Black Flame Army encampment.
The Cangwu Desert stretched as far as the eye could see, golden sands sweeping across the land like a boundless ocean.
A thousand meters into the desert, the Black Flame Army's camp stood proudly amid the endless dunes like an iron fortress. It was like a drawn blade pointed straight at the heavens. Its outer walls were built from dark gray stone and coated with a layer of matte metal. Beneath the blazing sun, they gleamed with a cold, eerie light, both resisting the erosion of wind and sand and radiating a heart-stirring majesty.
Atop the towering watchtowers, the black dragon's crimson eyes on the military flags blazed in the wind like frozen flames, silently declaring the Black Flame Army's absolute dominion.
Five other camps of the same size stood nearby, though their appearance differed greatly from the Black Flame Army's.
"Whew, so this is the Cangwu Desert. There really is golden sand as far as the eye can see..."
Nine figures appeared in the desert: Murong Huai and the other seven, along with Feng Fuyao. This place was indeed quite dangerous, and Feng Fuyao wasn't at ease, so she had come with them.
"Let's go. The Black Flame Army's camp is just ahead."
At Murong Huai's words, the others spotted the Black Dragon Holy Might Flag fluttering in the desert and hurried after him. Their carriage couldn't travel through the desert, so they had to proceed on foot.
Before long, they reached the Black Flame Army's camp. The soldiers at the entrance immediately blocked their way with their spears.
"This is an important Black Flame Army stronghold. No one may enter without military orders."
At the guards' stern warning, the group stopped. Murong Huai took a black