The billowing yellow sand rose higher and higher; the Desert Sea before their eyes was like a man‑eating giant beast.
Any Spirit Talisman that flew in couldn't stir up the slightest ripple.
After throwing out a few Spirit Talismans and truly sensing how terrifying the Forbidden Land of Fallen Souls was, Ye Qingfeng stopped making moves and instead circled around the outer edge of the Forbidden Land of Fallen Souls, carefully probing.
After all, Ye Haisheng's Sword Array could only cover one area, and the opponent was only a Late Stage of Foundation Establishment. Though he didn't think he could win, holding him off for a while was still possible.
The yellow sand here was clearly somewhat different, tinged with a bit of pitch‑black, which left Ye Qingwen slightly puzzled.
He scooped up some sand, pinched it carefully; it was a little soft, as if it were some other kind of ore.
