Yellow sand blotted out the sky. Nothing was visible.
A figure made his way through the wind and sand.
Unknown Person wore a coarse burlap cloak that looked as though it had been made from a sack. The wind set it flapping, and sand lodged in his hair. He had gone days without a drop of water. In this desert, even a Sixth Tier Cultivator would have cracked lips by now and be severely dehydrated.
He did not dare use the Repulsion Art or a Spirit Power Shield to keep out the sand.
Using the Repulsion Art continuously, or any shielding spell, consumed far more Spirit Power than an offensive spell. That would leave him vulnerable if something unexpected happened. Besides, this had long been territory under Lanya's actual control.
So not only could he not use the Repulsion Art, he also had to conceal his Spirit Power, body heat, and signs of life by special means.
Unknown Person dared not open his mouth, or sand would pour in. He dared not raise his head, or sand would get into his eyes. He dared not let his thoughts wander, or his will would falter and his resolve would waver. He could only lower his head, bend his back, cover his mouth with cloth, and walk forward one step at a time.
His steps were slow but steady.
Shanan City was not far ahead. As Duqin's second-largest city, it held the salvation he was seeking.
But suddenly—
The wind and sand before him seemed to stop.
The wind no longer howled. The sand no longer flew. The world was like a television that had lost its signal, and the sudden silence left his ears ringing.
Unknown Person could not help raising his head.
Amid the sand that filled the sky, a