The glaring sun hung high in the sky, the air over the sand distorted by the heat.
Even the air inhaled into one's nose and windpipe carried the heat that dried out moisture.
Rong Buqiu had barely stepped onto the sand when he quickly lifted his furry hind paws, hopping on the sand.
As he hopped, he pulled out a small cloak suitable for his size from his spatial expansion bag and deftly covered himself.
In this environment, if armor directly exposed itself to the sun's rays, you could fry meat on it after a while.
Belengar, dripping wet from head to toe, was relatively comfortable at this time, but the Old Demon Hunter estimated that the water on him would dry up within an hour in these conditions.
Lann came over last, and as he arrived, the pressure disturbed by the Celestial Sphere Convergence Rift and the swirling dust settled.
"Is this the Otherworld?"
Tishaya, a Warlock who would use the Teleportation Technique as a carriage if she could, felt only mild dizziness.
