The sun mercilessly baked the yellow-brown desert.
Under the torment of the sunlight, the sand dunes could only slump and spread their bodies.
The air, twisted by the scorching heat, a man slowly trudged on the burning sands, step by step.
This man was gaunt, with swollen eye bags and a vacant gaze, panting heavily as he walked, like a mechanical puppet.
He was not alone; on his back, he carried another man who was unconscious.
The man being carried had his eyes tightly shut. Even in his unconscious state, his eyebrows were tightly furrowed, twisted into a knot.
This was because he had a wound on his back, which continuously tormented him.
In comparison, the unconscious man was more muscular, while the walking man was a bit thinner. Though their physiques differed, their faces were very similar, indicating their close blood relationship.
It was Huang Zao and Lan Zao, the brothers.
