Tashakur Desert

Devour, devour…

A voice seemed to echo repeatedly in the minds of all the Screwworms. It was their broodmother, their king, and the only thing that mattered in their life.

Hence, a great many Screwworms hissed as well. Tens of thousands of Screwworms charged out of the valley in an orderly manner like an army.

"We've arrived at the Tashakur Desert!"

Lin Feng flew down from the airship. There were a total of eight Sages behind him. This was practically the strongest force of humanity.

The Tashakur Desert in front of him was filled with flitting yellow sand, and the sun was blazing hot. At a glance, it looked like a land of despair and death, where there was not even a trace of vitality.

This was the depths of the Tashakur Desert, and Golden Mountain City was still very far away. If one wanted to find an oasis here, they would have to travel thousands of kilometers, or even further.