Ying abruptly halted after walking a few distance in the endless desert, vastly stretching from one end to another with dunes of sand encompassing the entire place and not a hint of greenery in sight.
They all halted on their steps after him as he scrutinized the empty space in front of them.
"We're at the gate." Ying announced and they all fixed their gaze intently on the empty space in front of them.
Zhurong could feel the energy emanating from the empty space, although there was nothing perceptible in sight. The smell of the desert wafted into his nostrils as he inhaled deeply.
"What do we do now? Are you sure the varmints are guarding the gate?" Weng queried as he directed his question to Ying.
"They are." Ying replied shortly with fixated gaze on the empty space in front of him.
