Fang Cheng came back to his senses. "No problem. Let's go."
The Guide Stone didn't actually point south, nor did it have a needle.
But it could lead people out of the maze and show them the location of the Throne of the Undead.
Fang Cheng held the Guide Stone in his palm and carefully sensed its presence.
A faint, elusive power within the stone pointed in a certain direction.
Fang Cheng flew off in the direction indicated by the Guide Stone.
His subordinates hurried to use their own abilities to keep up.
"Hey, Ferdinand!"
Isaac called out, "Give a brother a hand!"
This time, Ferdinand ignored him and let him run along the ground. In the end, Fang Cheng saw that they were moving too slowly and hauled them all into the air with him.
The Guide Stone pointed straight ahead. Fang Cheng led his subordinates onward, with the rolling hills below disappearing behind them like waves.
The area was still shrouded in thick fog, and the moon cast a hazy light from above.
A little over twenty-four hours had passed since they entered the Undead Kingdom—exactly one day in the real world.
Yet it was still night here. The moon hung motionless in the sky, as if time had been frozen.
Guided by the Guide Stone, Fang Cheng flew for around ten minutes. Then the fog around them suddenly grew denser.
Its color gradually changed, turning from white mist into ochre sand that whipped up in fierce gusts.
Before long, a true sandstorm swept in. The howling wind sounded like some kind of monster roaring, while ochre sand blotted out the sky and everything around them.
The sandstorm grew more and more powerful, its wind speed terrifying. If Fang Cheng hadn't helped them, his group would have gotten