With a thunderous roar, in the vast and scorching desert, a bolt of lightning struck straight down upon the dunes. Amidst the explosion, the sand burst in all directions. When the lightning and dust settled, the figure of a man kneeling on the dunes gradually became visible.
Xiao Buli wasn't striking this pose to look cool; it was simply because the repeated cycles of flying and landing had left his muscles stiff and sore. At that moment, he knelt on the scorching sand, gasping for air, his sweat having been baked dry. It felt to him as if he were in the midst of a giant oven, not a drop of moisture left to him. After a while, Xiao Buli still could not muster the strength to stand up and had no choice but to sit cross-legged under the fierce sun, his legs trembling from dehydration and overexertion.
