C877 Desert

Suddenly, Shieh Fengqing's body came to an abrupt halt, his eyes snapping open in shock. Before him lay a thicket of knee-high, withered brambles, each branch covered in countless slender, jet-black thorns. The thorns were about an inch long, with tips as fine as a hair, incredibly sharp.

What truly alarmed Shieh Fengqing was that his knees had already sunk into the thicket