Across a vast, boundless stretch of desolate land, an enormous, deep crimson fissure gaped before them.
The fissure looked like a hideous wound torn into the earth, yet it had become a refuge for Ying Ming Hao and his companions.
At that moment, they lay motionless like chameleons, their bodies pressed against the rocky walls inside the fissure, blending perfectly into the decaying, ruined sands around them.
Unless someone approached and examined the area carefully, their presence was almost impossible to detect.
A fierce wind howled past, sweeping yellow sand into the sky. The fine grains fell like raindrops, swiftly piling over the fissure and forming a thin veil of dust.
In mere moments, another layer had accumulated over ground already covered in crumbling sand and soil.
Yet this camouflage was ultimately nothing more than a stopgap.
However cleverly they concealed themselves, once the Scavenger forces swarming like dense clouds searched this spot, discovery would still be inevitable.
Even if they had yet to draw the enemy's attention, when the appointed hour arrived the following evening and the locator beams activated, they would have nowhere to hide and would face an even fiercer, crueler storm of attacks.
At that moment, Ying Ming Hao and his companions were all wholly focused on healing their injuries. No one dared make the slightest sound.
Not far from them, dozens of bloodthirsty Scavengers were searching for their tracks, their footsteps drawing steadily closer...
"Hurry up and search carefully! Don't overlook a single corner. Those damned devils must be hiding nearby."
A voice brimming with hatred rang out like a thunderclap. It belonged to the man leading dozens of others in a thorough sweep of the area.
"This is damned strange. We clearly saw them disappear right here. How did they vanish without a