Full-Time Magister: Dark Throne

Dunhuang has been a famous place since ancient times, where countless ancient magical civilizations have been buried in this vast expanse of yellow sand.

The group of eight rode on the shadow wolves summoned by He An, slowly making their way towards the Scorching Plains.

"I was so excited to see the captain that I almost forgot to introduce him."

Zhao Manyan pointed to the woman who had been silently trailing at the end of the line since the airport and said.

"This is my cousin Zhao Chenying, a student at the main campus of Imperial University, majoring in Earth Science."

"This is He An."

"I know." Zhao Chenying looked at He An and nodded with a complicated expression.

Everyone in the capital's universities knows this name and is extremely familiar with this face.

The prestigious Beijing university, which had dominated the domestic academic scene for many years, was defeated twice by the same person.

Although Zhao Chenying did not participate in those two competitions, she was among the top students in the main campus and had a good relationship with Jingjing and Zhao Mingyue.

In their eyes, He An was practically a god-like figure.

With the speed of the Shadow Wolves, they soon arrived at a fault line.

"This is the boundary line. Once you cross the boundary line, the number of demons will increase dramatically."

The knowledgeable Lingling began to explain to everyone.

This is also why He An did not choose the Wind Camel.

The locally tamed camels are just ordinary livestock; they can't even move if they smell a hint of demonic energy, let alone cross this boundary line.

"Hooray~~!"

We had traveled less than five kilometers when the surrounding sand dunes began to emit a suppressed, low roar.

"It should be a Sand Roaring Tiger, one of the more ferocious creatures among the Warrior-level. Don't be careless," Lingling reminded them.

The people on the wolf's back immediately became alert, scanning every sand dune.

It seemed as if a giant demonic tiger would suddenly leap out from behind the sand dunes at any moment.

Only He An remained calmly seated on the wolf's back, speaking softly:

"Go, slap them twice, teach them a lesson they won't forget."

Before the words were even finished, a huge, dark purple shadow appeared on the sand and shot off like an arrow.

Seeing that He An had made a move, the rest of the group relaxed and started chatting and laughing.

They had known He An for a long time and were well aware of his extraordinary strength and reliability.

Only Chen Ying was still a little unaccustomed to it, looking around at the sand dunes.

After watching for a while, not only Sha Xiaohu, but even the faint roars coming from afar quieted down.

This made Chen Ying feel a little uneasy.

When He An said he would teach them a lesson, was he referring to the entire Sand Howling Tiger tribe?

The group continued on their way, but they were stopped by a group of hunter mages not long after.

"Have you seen a wounded Sand Howling Tiger?" the female hunter mage with a sallow complexion asked.

The group looked at each other and shook their heads.

Not to mention the injured Sha Xiaohu, under He An's cleanup, they didn't even see a single hair of Sha Xiaohu.

"I saw it coming this way, how could you not have seen it?" The black-and-yellow female mage persisted, saying suspiciously, "Could it be that you secretly hunted it and wanted to keep it for yourselves?"

"Pfft, ma'am, don't be ridiculous. Do we really need to resort to such tactics?"

Upon hearing the black-and-yellow female mage's question, Mo Fan almost burst out laughing.

With He An around, why would they need to do something like that? Wouldn't it be better to just take down Sha Xiaohu's base camp?

He An was too lazy to talk to these hunters and simply showed them his Hunter Master badge.

"Five, a five-star hunter master?!"

The black-bearded hunter captain stared in shock at He An's badge.

There's a hunter master in this group of young people!

He's a five-star Hunter Master, and you should know that the highest level a Hunter Master can reach is only seven stars!

"Remember to respect your seniors, kid," He An said indifferently.

In the Hunter's Alliance, respecting seniors of higher rank is a universally acknowledged rule.

Lower-ranking hunters must not compete with their seniors for prey, nor should they show any disrespect to their seniors.

"Yes, yes, senior is right."

Captain Blackbeard hurriedly lowered his head, listening to He An's instructions with trepidation.

"If you lose your prey, you're responsible, understand?"

"Understood, understood. It was our greed that offended our seniors."

Captain Blackbeard lowered his body so low that, from another angle, he was almost kneeling on the ground.

"Your attitude is good. The Sand Howling Tiger you hunted is six kilometers east of here. My pet didn't even get a chance to attack. You're quite lucky."

He An simply told the Shadow Wolves to continue forward, leaving them with a single sentence before ignoring them completely.

Whether they are lucky or not depends on whether they can survive the subsequent fire.

"Thank you, senior!"

Captain Blackbeard knelt down for real this time, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

His pets could easily kill Sha Xiaohu, but if anyone had been less polite, his entire team would probably have died here.

Thanks to He An's efforts in clearing the way, they didn't encounter a single demon on the rest of the journey.

They quickly arrived at the area where the Shawang River was located amidst playful antics.

This is a highland stream that has been dry for countless years.

It's called a river, but there's not a drop of water in it; instead, it's covered with fine white silt.

"This is the Sand River? It doesn't seem as dangerous as the places we used to train in the military?"

Looking at the calm Shawang River, Zhang Xiaohou was very puzzled as to what danger there was.

"Old He, why don't you clean this place up while you're at it?" Mo Fan turned to look at the strongest member of the team.

"No," He An shook his head and added, "There's no need for that."

"The Sand River may appear calm on the surface, but danger lurks beneath this tranquil exterior. Once any life force enters the Sand River, the white sand demon soldiers will emerge from beneath the sand and tear those who have entered their territory to pieces."

Lingling began to explain, while looking at He An, curious about how he would choose to cross this dangerous river.

"The White Sand Demon Soldiers are not bloodthirsty; they just want to protect their territory. I should be able to appease them with my mind-based abilities," Xin Xia said softly from her wheelchair.

He An stepped forward and inserted his right hand into the white mud and sand of the Sha Wang River to sense something.

Ever since they approached the Sand River, the necromancy-type innate talent 'Netherworld Divine Realm' has been stirring.

Now that he's tried it, it's exactly as he expected.

These white sand demon soldiers, like those in Soul-Entering Rock, are likely ancient kings' experiments with earth and undead magic.

There is probably a priceless treasure buried at the deepest part of this sand river, and these white sand demon soldiers are guarding that item.

"No need."

He An withdrew his right hand, turned around, and climbed onto the wolf's back, spreading out the Netherworld Divine Domain to surround everyone.

The people surrounded by the blood-ink domain were puzzled. Could they just pass through like that?

Although they had all spent a long time with He An and knew how perverted he was.

But isn't that a bit too exaggerated?

There was no point in saying more. He An rode the Shadow Wolf and took the lead, stepping onto the sandy surface of the Sand River.

One hundred meters, two hundred meters, the Shawang River remained completely still.

Only the desert winds blow up a thin layer of ashes.

All the White Sand Demon Soldiers were controlled by the Netherworld Divine Realm radiated out by He An and slumbered beneath the sea of ​​sand.

Everyone who rode smoothly across the river on the back of the Shadow Wolf felt dizzy.

Unimpeded passage on the restricted area of ​​the Shawang River!

How could they have such a dream?