Intelligence Has Its Limits

Fang Cheng regained his focus. "No problem, let's go."

The Guide Stone did not actually point south, nor did it have a needle.

Yet, this stone could indeed lead one out of the labyrinth and locate the Throne of the Undead.

Fang Cheng held the Guide Stone in his palm, sensing it carefully.

A faint, ethereal power within the stone pointed toward a specific direction.

Fang Cheng took to the air, flying in the direction indicated by the Guide Stone.

His subordinates hurriedly used their own methods to keep up.

"Hey, Ferdinand!"

Isaac shouted, "Give a brother a hand!"

Ferdinand ignored him this time, leaving him to run on the ground. Eventually, seeing that they were moving too slowly, Fang Cheng pulled them all along as he flew.

The Guide Stone pointed straight ahead, and Fang Cheng led his subordinates forward, the rolling hills below disappearing behind them like waves.

Thick fog still permeated the surroundings, and the moon in the sky cast a hazy glow.

More than twenty-four hours had passed since they entered the Undead Kingdom, exactly one day in reality.

Yet here, it remained night; the moon hung motionless in the sky, as if time had been frozen.

Guided by the stone, Fang Cheng flew for about ten minutes before the surrounding fog suddenly grew dense.

The color began to shift from white mist to an earthy yellow dust, accompanied by gusts of wild wind.

Soon, a genuine Sandstorm emerged. The wind howled like some kind of beast, and the yellow dust blotted out the sky, obscuring everything.

The power of the Sandstorm grew increasingly intense, the wind speed terrifying. Had Fang Cheng not helped, the group likely would have been lost within it.

After struggling through the Sandstorm for a long time, the space ahead suddenly