After leaving the town, Yun Lintian headed east toward the capital city.
The environment became increasingly deserted, and the temperature dropped drastically. Yun Lintian constantly scanned the surroundings but found nothing except endless, dried lands.
"They said the Netherworld is scorching, but it's actually more like a desert." Yun Lintian spoke to himself.
The red glow in the sky didn't appear to contribute any warmth to the land below. The further Yun Lintian walked, the colder it became.
"Hmm?" Yun Lintian gazed into the distance and saw a sandstorm approaching. However, instead of a regular sandstorm, it was filled with peculiar gray-colored objects.
Yun Lintian immediately remembered a piece of information that Zhao Ming had told him earlier. "A nether storm?"
The Nether Storm was a natural disaster that happened regularly in the Netherworld. It could possibly take one's life away if one were careless.
