In the desolate desert, it should have been the dead of night, yet the world was bathed in daylight. The yellow sand below seemed to come alive, surging and flowing, radiating a fiery red light. Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that it was not endless yellow sand, but a scorching inferno of magma.
This place resembles the aftermath of a volcanic eruption, or more like a living hell.
Xiao Yan clutched the strange mask weakly in his palm, a look of exhaustion finally appearing on his face. The moment his body relaxed, he felt his entire body go limp, hanging precariously in the void, as if he might fall at any moment.
Improving all aspects of his body to their peak state in a short period of time, and even surpassing it, put an enormous burden on Xiao Yan Xiao Yan. Just that one strike had already consumed a significant amount of his Dou Qi qi, and even his Spiritual Strength was mostly depleted. At this moment, Xiao Yan no longer had the strength to linger in this void. He had to seize the time to leave.
Suppressing the emptiness within his body and the almost uncontrollable dizziness in his mind, Xiao Yan swiftly waved his hand, quickly storing the Northern King into his Storage Ring. The avatars around him had already dissipated. With a swift movement, without time to discern direction, he charged haphazardly in a certain direction, his only desire now being to leave this place as quickly as possible.
As for the shadowy figure's already dead body, it fell uncontrollably, eventually plunging into the scorching lava below.
"Thump!"
A wave, like splashing water, rose from the surface of the magma. The wave spread rapidly, reaching several dozen feet away, before gradually subsiding. At this moment, the spot where the figure had fallen looked as if nothing had ever happened.
"Ah!"
Nearly half an hour after Xiao Yan left, the calm magma suddenly surged violently. Accompanied by a shrill scream, an extremely illusory soul, whose form was even difficult to grasp, suddenly burst out from beneath the churning magma.
As the figure emerged, the lava covering it gradually slid off. Even though its body was extremely thin, the faint traces revealed made it possible to roughly identify it as the Ghost Hall member who had been forcibly killed by Xiao Yan.
Having endured fifty-six feet of Xiao Yan's attack, he still managed to retain a wisp of his soul. It has to be said that this guy's life is quite tenacious. However, given his current condition, the weakness of his Spiritual Strength makes it difficult for him to recover. With just this wisp of remnant soul, it would be difficult for him to even protect himself.
But in order to survive, he had no choice but to force his extremely weak remnant soul to flee in the opposite direction from where Xiao Yan had left.
On the other side, Xiao Yan's condition was also deteriorating rapidly. As the power of his Dragon-Phoenix Bloodline gradually receded, the star-like brilliance of the Clan Mark between his brows quickly dimmed. Finally, after flying for an unknown amount of time, Xiao Yan's body uncontrollably plummeted downwards.
And just in Xiao Yan's last moment, before he lost consciousness, a ray of dawn shone into his eyes. At the same time, Xiao Yan fell into a coma and then, like a falling star, crashed heavily into the Gobi Desert below. Beside him were strange grass plants that looked withered but contained hidden vitality.
Time, like grains of sand in the air, flies towards the distant sky, gradually receding into the distance. Compared to the vast desert, the environmental changes in this Gobi Desert are not rapid or obvious. However, at the same time, the level of danger is far more terrifying than in the desert.
Here, despite the year-round arid heat, the blood never dries up, because almost every moment, people or monsters die. The blood from these killings is enough to form a river of blood in the Gobi Desert. However, with the erosion of Suiyue, this long river of blood has long been buried under the thick dust.
"Tread..."
In the scorching Gobi Desert, teeming with magical beasts, their jackal-like nature makes them acutely sensitive to any living creature. At this moment, a pack of Desolate Wolf, their keen noses catching a peculiar scent in the air, a scent that fascinated and ignited them. The aroma was like that of a living person, yet also like that of a recently deceased corpse. This was practically a free meal, further enraging these large creatures and driving them even more frenzied.
Before long, the pack of Desolate Wolf arrived at the source of the aura.
However, the result before them left them speechless.
At this moment, what appeared before this Desolate Wolf was still a desolate, empty Gobi Desert, with flying sand and stones, and nothing but a few blades of grass rolling in the dust.
Several relatively steep slopes surrounded the area, forming a natural small basin, and the Desolate Wolf was currently in the center of this basin.
Upon closer inspection, a ring of strangely colored yellow powder could be seen in the copper-like soil, as if someone had sprinkled it there.
"Roar..."
The lead Desolate Wolf let out an uneasy growl.
The wolves behind them seemed to sense something as well. Beasts' perception of danger seemed to far surpass that of humans, but often by the time they realized it, it was too late.
"Hahahaha! These wild bastards actually made it in. That's great! As long as we get their skins, meat, and bones, Jin Ge shouldn't stop us, right?"
Just then, a group of figures suddenly appeared around the basin, forming a circle around the pack of Desolate Wolf.
"Roar!"
The Desolate Wolf was thrown into chaos. Howls suddenly rang out, and the wolves tucked their tails between their legs, their ears perked up, and the pack involuntarily huddled together.
" A Lie, don't be careless anymore. These beasts may not be very strong offensively, but they are incredibly fast. This time, we absolutely cannot let them get away again!"
In the crowd, a middle-aged man spoke to the burly young man who had spoken a moment earlier, his words carrying a hint of warning.
Immediately afterwards, led by the middle-aged man, the crowd quickly engaged the Desolate Wolf in battle.
As soon as the battle began, screams filled the air. The Desolate Wolf retreated swiftly, but the expected casualties did not materialize. Instead, the Desolate Wolf ' screams sounded deliberate, as if they were intentionally trying to disrupt the minds of the humans before them.
The wolf pack appeared chaotic, but in reality, it was all under the control of the alpha wolf. The pack was orderly and moved like ghosts, separating the people into several groups.
In this way, the strength of everyone is spread out, so that the wolf pack will not be quickly defeated under the attack of everyone.
The Desolate Wolf darted freely through the crowd, completely unaffected by them. Just as the middle-aged man had said, the Desolate Wolf ' agility far surpassed that of ordinary human warriors like themselves.
For a short period of time, a relatively balanced state was maintained between the wolf pack and the humans.