With a roar of thunder, in the open and scorching desert, a bolt of lightning struck straight down onto a sand dune, exploding and sending sand flying in all directions. As the lightning and dust settled, the figure of a person half-kneeling on the sand dune gradually became visible.
Xiao Buli wasn't trying to strike a cool pose on purpose; it was just that the repeated flying and landing had left his muscles stiff and aching. At this moment, he was gasping for breath, kneeling on the scorching sand. His sweat had already evaporated, making him feel as though he was inside a giant oven, with not a single drop of water left for him. After a long time, Xiao Buli still couldn't muster the strength to stand up, so he had no choice but to sit cross-legged under the scorching sun, his legs shaking due to dehydration and overexertion.
