The yellow sand stretched vast and endless.
Yang Gang struggled to lift his head, his gaze swiftly scanning the over one thousand desert red foxes ahead, among which at least thirty possessed divine skills.
Yang Gang didn't even know how many times he had encountered a pack of foxes like this.
Though he had successfully annihilated or repelled the red foxes in previous encounters, the scale of today's encounter far exceeded the bearing range of the extremely exhausted Yang Gang!
What was worse, he had gotten separated from Little Little and Little Ao! Even if he wanted Little Ao's help, there was no way to ask for it now.
"Damn it, heaven wants to doom me," a trace of unwillingness crossed his heart as he looked up at the blazing sun, his expression bleak.
