The Cannibal Desert had devoured many before; Xiao Yao had led tourists here once, but from over a dozen visitors, only he returned, for he had helplessly watched them be consumed by the sands.
Entering the desert, one is met with a vast expanse of monotonous, yellow sand, devoid of any green, yet it aligns beautifully with the cloudless azure sky, adorned by a fiery sun akin to a burning orb. From afar it looks beautiful, yet it's a devouring landscape.
When they reached the Cannibal Desert, it was still morning. Although it wasn't the scorching midday heat, the summer temperature was still unbearably hot.
Xiao Yao and Leng Changrui felt waves of dry heat hitting them in the face. Even with their inner strength to fend off the heat, they still felt irritable. Neither Xiao Yao nor Leng Changrui had been to a desert before and were unfamiliar with the feeling it brings.
