After nightfall, the desert temperature dropped rapidly, the scorching heat replaced by a biting cold, and a thin layer of white frost covered the sand's surface.
Chou Xiaoyuan, heavily suffering from heatstroke, finally awakened under the stimulus of the cold air. But awake or not, he was now completely powerless, his Primordial Spirit shackled, utterly devoid of combat strength, just a useless person.
The howls of Star Beasts echoed across several sand dunes, like the horn of a beast pack on a hunt. In the shadowed desert sea, countless life-and-death battles unfolded.
The Tu Ling Team dared not stay put as sitting ducks and pressed ahead under the cover of night.
This time, they adopted a serpent formation, with Lin Yin paving the way at the front, Song Shurun carrying Chou Xiaoyuan in the middle, and Pei Nan bringing up the rear.
Countless green and red glows flickered near them; Chou Xiaoyuan knew those were the eyes of Star Beasts.
