The scorching sunlight felt like thousands of sharp arrows descending from the sky, engulfing the entire desert in its fiery embrace.
Zhenjin walked under the sun, feeling like a fish on a heated iron plate. To avoid getting roasted, he could only try to walk on the shaded side of the dunes, and even so, after moving for a while, he felt a severe depletion of physical strength.
At the same time, a sensation of hunger faintly communicated itself to him.
Zhenjin licked his lips, which were extremely dry, finding it difficult to even swallow his saliva.
His mouth was parched, and his tongue torched.
Zhenjin, as silent as iron, deliberately slowed his pace, strolling forward and calculating the time.
Due to becoming unconscious, he did not know exactly how much time had passed.
"But at least one night and half a day had gone by without me eating or drinking anything. It's normal to feel hungry and thirsty."
