Xu Wuyi walked on the left flank of the team, his Spiritual Perception fully extended, covering a two-kilometer radius.
The ground beneath his feet was hard and rough, with some low, dark-purple shrubs whose branches and leaves were as hard as metal.
The team advanced at a steady speed of fifteen kilometers per hour.
The first two hours passed without incident.
At nine in the morning, the team entered "Black Wind Canyon."
The canyon was about three kilometers long, flanked by steep rock walls. At its narrowest, it was only twenty meters wide. Wind howled mournfully as it passed through the canyon, kicking up clouds of sand and dust.
"Stay sharp!" Zhou Heng barked.
Everyone tightened their grip on their weapons and slowed their pace.
Xu Wuyi's Spiritual Perception swept over the rock walls and the ground. Suddenly, his brow furrowed slightly.
"Midway up the left rock face. Life signs detected. Seventeen of them, and they're approaching."
