1698 Seeing a Familiar Face (1/2)

Qingfeng Li looked at Sky-Devouring Snake beside him. ”Are your wounds healed?” he asked.

Sky-Devouring Snake nodded. ”My wounds are all better,” it said, ”We can leave now.”

With a wave of his hand, Qingfeng Li spoke, ”Then, let's go find the monarch soul fruit.”

With that, the group left. Under the guidance of the Desert Giant, they walked forward.

One had to say that Qingfeng Li's decision to subjugate the Desert Giant was definitely a good one.

The Desert Giant was a native of the Crimson Fire Desert. It knew the fifteen thousand square kilometers or so of desert land well. It knew where the danger was, where the powerful beasts were, and where the sandstorms raged. He had seen them all many times before.

Although the map Qingfeng Li had was very detailed, after five hundred years, many things had changed.

In some places, the king of the demonic beasts that had been there had died, and a new one had taken its place. In others, where there had been a sand dune, there was now a depression in the ground, forming a cliff.

The Desert Giant walked ahead, leading the group. At the same time, it explained to Qingfeng Li. ”Master, the Crimson Fire Desert is very dangerous. Even we Desert Giants have places we do not usually dare to go near. There are great dangers hidden there, deep underground.”

Qingfeng Li nodded, indicating that he understood.

As soon as he had set foot in the Crimson Fire Desert, he had detected that things were not as simple as they seemed. The dangers did not come from the surface of the desert alone, but also from underneath.

Qingfeng Li had mastered the Mortal Purgatory Body technique. He had a special ability to sense things about the terrain. He could clearly feel that, deep within the sand, there was a terrifying power. This was a power that, once awakened, could tear the world apart.

The Crimson Fire Desert was vast, spanning about fifteen thousand square kilometers. Within this area, most of the ground was covered with sand. The grains of yellow sand danced on the slightest breeze, covering the sky.

Aside from sand, in some obscure corners, there were hills, oases, and springs.

Of course, these things were few and far in between. Sometimes, one could run around for ten thousand kilometers and not see a single one.

Luckly, Qingfeng Li possessed the golden flame, along with extraordinary strength, and was therefore able to fly across quickly. If an ordinary person were in his place, they would have been burned alive by the heat alone.

Suddenly, Qingfeng Li frowned. Before him, he saw a group of people in red desperately fleeing something. The group numbered at roughly twenty people and was led by a middle-aged man and a woman.

Behind the middle-aged pair, another group followed in hot pursuit. These people wore golden clothes and held bows and arrows, which they used with terrific cruelty and effectiveness. Each arrow they let fly claimed at least one of the red-clad people's lives.

In the blink of an eye, around a dozen of the twenty-something people fleeing had been killed. There were only seven or eight of them left.

Seeing that their attempts to escape were futile, the middle-aged pair leading the group abruptly turned. They had decided to face the gold-clad pursuers instead of continuing to run.

The leader of the group with bows and arrows was a middle-aged man. He was a tall man, with golden skin and hair. He stood with his back straight, a powerful golden energy radiating from all over his body. He glared at the middle-aged pair with frigid eyes.

The middle-aged pair were both roughly forty years old. But the woman was exceptionally beautiful, with delicate features, pale skin, and a graceful figure. Her clothes were red, setting off her enchanting silhouette to great effect.

Beside her, the middle-aged man was also tall and handsome. His features would have been attractive but, right now, his face was pale as death and his expression betrayed a trace of fear.