Ye Feng trudged through the desert on foot. He was in no hurry. The Outer Battlefield was vast, and without a map to understand it, he was like a headless fly—only able to proceed slowly. Maybe he would make some other discoveries.
Although there was no sun in the Outer Battlefield, the temperature on this boundless desert was still extremely high, exceeding fifty degrees. The air itself was scorching, making it impossible to stay here without the strength of a Martial King or above.
What Ye Feng found strange was that the entire desert seemed to lack any living creatures or vegetation; it was a desolate place with not a single blade of grass.
"It doesn't make sense. How could there be a place like this in the Outer Battlefield? As an ancient battlefield, there should be some remains or skeletons at least. Why is there nothing at all?"
Just as Ye Feng was pondering this, he felt the remnants of a battle ahead with his spiritual power.
