A line of black-armored cavalry marched ahead, led by Long Xiaotian, while Shi Feng sat on the back of the Ghost Wolf with his eyes closed in cultivation.
The Ghost Wolf slowly flapped its black wings, following behind them.
Upon entering the desert, the fiery sun released a scorching and terrifying heat, baking this stretch of land; looking ahead, the entire desert was a shimmering gold.
Fierce gales carrying grains of sand swept in, striking against one's body as if red-hot iron beads were pelting down, causing a continual "clang clang clang" sound on the iron armor of the black-armored cavalry.
All of a sudden, Shi Feng, who had his eyes closed in meditation, forcefully opened them. Just a moment ago, he sensed power fluctuations coming from the east.
"You all continue to march as usual," Shi Feng ordered the black-armored cavalry, then turned to the Ghost Wolf and said, "Let's go, in the direction of the east, take a look."
