Li Yan stood at the edge of the desert and looked up. There were neither stars nor a moon in the black night sky here, but a few clouds drifted overhead.
Had sunlight shone on them, those clouds would probably have been white. Now, however, they were pale gray. The thin clouds did not roil; they drifted across the sky with the wind, then quickly floated away into the distance...
A peculiar deathly stillness surrounded them. Apart from the sand filling the landscape, there was only the ceaseless wind, its whistling echoing against their eardrums. Nothing else stirred.
As Li Yan swiftly surveyed his surroundings, figures appeared one after another a short distance behind him to one side. They were the other three, following close on his heels. Although they had activated their defenses, no light shone from their bodies.
Their divine sense had already examined the scene beyond the Stone Gate. With the situation here still unknown, they would hardly make torches of themselves in the night after entering. Each kept himself blended into the surroundings.
When Su Wenzhou realized he had been the last to enter, gloom flashed through his eyes. Just now, the instant he sensed the light flickering on the Stone Gate and the scenery within blurring, Zhang Ming had indeed flashed forward and been the first through it.
From the looks of it, this man's flying speed must also have been extremely fast. The other two, who had secured favorable positions, had kept their divine sense firmly locked on the Stone Gate and, sure enough, beaten him to it as well.
Fortunately, none of them had attacked him. Otherwise, they would certainly have had an opportunity to stop him. Still, the Stone Gate behind him had not disappeared, which meant it merely needed more time