C3612 Intifada

Yellow sand flew in the air.

Three figures.

Hong Luo, Elder Zhong, and Zhi Weiyi walked out from the yellow sand.

In front of them appeared an endless mountain range.

The mountain range appeared so suddenly that even Zhi Weiyi was stunned.

Before this, they had already traveled in the desert for nearly a month. Aside from sand, there was nothing else they had seen. Not even a blade of grass