The sun, like an oven, hangs in mid-air.
The blazing sunlight pours down from the sky.
The Northern Desolate Wasteland maintains high temperatures year-round. Ordinary people venturing into the Northern Desolate Wasteland will only end up being scorched to death.
A certain place in the Northern Desolate Wasteland.
Ye Chenfeng, with his clothes in tatters and his face looking filthy, had been lying immobile on the sand for a whole day now, his throat was dry, and he couldn't even make a sound.
Fortunately, Ye Chenfeng's cultivation of the Divine Blood Art and Demon's Heaven Manual had effects on healing injuries. Yet, even with these, Ye Chenfeng estimated it would take him another day to stand up and walk. The spatial turbulence seemed to have caused him severe injuries.
