Zhan Yang, JinLing, and Lu Beifeng traveled with Niu Tuo, who carried Jiang Chen on his back, heading ever westward.
The sandstorms they faced were at times terrifying, but they managed to pass through them safely, and they didn't encounter any of the strange people controlled by Corpse Heart Insects.
They traveled like this for three straight days.
On this day, they stopped.
"There's a river."
JinLing, her mouth dry and tongue parched, pointed ahead.
In the desert ahead, a river had abruptly appeared, flowing slowly through the barren landscape.
All four of them were astonished.
"Jiang Chen was right, there really is water."
"I just don't know if this is the Black Water he was talking about."
"Come on, let's go take a look."
Niu Tuo, still carrying Jiang Chen, continued forward.
The group finally reached the riverbank.
From a distance, it didn't seem like much, but up close, the river was a good three to four hundred meters wide.
