The Condor Heroes: The Quanzhen Sect has produced a vengeful master!

This is a typical Yardang landform. From the moment we arrived here, the compass completely malfunctioned and kept spinning randomly.

They relied entirely on the camel tracks behind them and the old sand fox's rich experience to lead the way.

But on the fourth day, something still happened.

It was noon, and the group rode on camels and continued on their way.

Wang Qiuling looked up at the sky, which was a deep, clear blue.

He felt a little thirsty and picked up the water bottle to take a sip.

Water shortages have now emerged.

Old Sand Fox, who was walking at the front, looked up at the sky, his expression not very good.

"Hey, let's hurry up, there's a cloud problem!"

Old Fox pointed to the sky to the side, and Wang Jiuling turned around to look.

Only then did I notice that clouds had appeared on the left side of the sky sometime earlier.

Moreover, the clouds were very strange; they were layered, with yellowish-red on top and blackish-gray on the bottom.

Old Sand Fox's complexion grew worse and worse.

"Oh no! A strong wind is coming!"

The entire camel caravan became anxious, and everyone quickly got on their camels and moved forward.

But the desert wind came too fast. They had only walked for less than a quarter of an hour when Wang Jiuling felt a strong wind blowing from the side.

The wind made his robes flutter loudly.

Obviously, people can't outrun the wind.

The leader of the camels realized what was happening and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Hurry! There are abandoned buildings ahead! Everyone, follow me!"

The wind was too strong, and the sound was intermittent.

Wang Jiuling turned around and found that the wall of clouds had already pressed down, swallowing up half of the sky. At this moment, the clouds had turned pure black.

It's so depressing to watch!

The camels began to stir, so everyone dismounted and quickly ran forward, pulling the camels along with them.

Iron Hawk yanked Zhao Xiaoer off the camel and pushed him forward.

The sand and wind lashed my face, stinging painfully.

There is a dilapidated earthen wall in front of us, which was left over from an unknown year and is now half buried in the sand.

"It's too late! Go over there!" Old Sand Fox's voice was drowned out by the wind. He could only wave the red cloth around to get everyone to follow.

The sandstorm was getting stronger and stronger, and as darkness fell completely, everyone could feel their feet starting to float.

The wind was so strong that it made it hard to stand.

They couldn't run any further, so the group pulled the camels toward the earthen wall.

Zhao Xiaoer was thin and small. He was blown away by the wind and stumbled, rolling to the side.

Zhao Dachun reached out but failed to grab it.

"Waiter!!" he shouted, but he could barely stand.

In the critical moment, Wang Jiuling rushed forward, grabbed Zhao Xiaoer by the collar, and pulled him back.

He activated his Golden Goose Skill, executing a "Thousand-Pound Drop" technique.

He was clearly more composed than the others.

Hold on tight!

Zhao Xiaoer turned pale with fright and clung tightly to Wang Jiuling's arm.

If it gets blown away, it'll never be able to come back.

Braving the wind, the two moved step by step behind the earthen wall.

The camel leader was already directing several Mongolian men to drive the camels to the leeward side and make them lie down in a circle.

The crowd squeezed into the camel pen, pressing their bodies against the camels' bellies.

The wind outside sounded like ghosts wailing, and sand and dust swirled around them, making a crackling sound.

Qiu Qianren was held down firmly by Tie Yaozi.

The sandstorm raged for a whole day and night without stopping.

The next day, it was still dark.

The group huddled in the camel pen, their bodies covered in sand, with even more sand piled up behind the earthen wall.

On the fourth day, the sky began to brighten, and the sound of the wind gradually subsided.

Wang Jiuling was the first to stand up and shake off the thick layer of sand from his body.

I counted the people, and thankfully, not a single one was missing.

The eldest camel stood up shakily.

His voice was very hoarse from the lack of water these past few days. "The wind has died down! Time to go!"

Others also stood up one after another.

Everyone's faces were covered in yellow dust, with dark circles under their eyes, and they looked extremely haggard.

After all, no one knows how long the sandstorm will last, so we should save on water and food as much as possible.

Looking around, everyone was bewildered to find that the sandstorm had erased all traces of their presence.

The camel footprints and the mound in front of us were all gone.

Now they can only roughly determine the direction by relying on the earthen wall. Old Master Tuo took out a compass, but the compass had long since stopped working.

Everyone looked at Old Sand Fox.

But then they discovered that the old sand fox had not stood up.

He was wrapped in thick clothes and covered with a lot of sand, lying motionless on the ground.

Everyone rushed over, and Wang Jiuling touched his forehead and immediately frowned.

"He has a fever!"

The old sand fox kept its eyes tightly closed, and when it heard the sound, it only squinted its eyes a crack, making indistinct sounds from its throat.

The desert nights are too cold. The old sand fox is too old and has been lying here for several days in a row. It is clear that it is not able to stand it anymore.

Wang Jiuling quickly placed his hand on the old fox's body and channeled his true energy into it. The old fox coughed twice and opened its eyes wider.

"Old buddy, how are you?"

The camel leader quickly helped him up and fed him water, which the old sand fox drank some of.

Finally, he felt a little better. Wang Jiuling continuously channeled his true energy into his body, making his complexion slightly rosier.

Old Sand Fox whispered something in Camel Boss's ear, and Camel Boss looked very unhappy, shaking his head and looking at everyone.

"Let's go, we can't stop. He's sick, we need to get out of the desert quickly!"

There was nothing else they could do but get up, lick the camel salt, and then get on the camel.

At this moment, everyone could only rely on the old sand fox's experience to move forward.

The group walked and stopped intermittently.

Another day passed, and the old fox started coughing. At first, it was just a light cough, but it got worse and worse, and he swayed all over the camel.

The temperature difference was too great; it was as hot as an oven during the day and freezing cold at night, which he really couldn't stand.

Wang Jiuling kept transferring his inner energy to him, but the effect became less and less.

The old sand fox is too old.

"It'll be soon... Come with me, there's always a way to make a living..."

He was still muttering to himself.

It's still the Gobi Desert, still the same yellow sand.

After walking for several days, their water bags became increasingly empty, and their dried meat was almost gone. Everyone fell silent and simply followed the old sand fox.

I don't know what day it is, but it's noon now.

Even Wang Jiuling now has chapped lips and bloodshot eyes.

Everyone else looked dejected, swaying precariously on their camels. Even the camels looked thinner and more listless.

The water was long gone, and the dried meat was also finished.

But the surrounding yellow sand and Gobi desert seem to have never changed.

Crossing the desert during the windy season in this era is practically a matter of life and death.

Suddenly, Wang Jiuling raised his head and shielded his eyes from the sunlight with his hand.

He blinked when he saw something green on the distant horizon; the green was still there.

It's an oasis.

"Oasis!" Wang Jiuling gathered his inner energy, and his voice became much louder.

Camel Boss opened his cloudy eyes, and soon an excited look appeared on his face.

"We're here! We've arrived!!"

"Hahahahaha!"

The others, no longer caring about their exhaustion, jumped or fell off the camels one by one.

A sandstorm left them short of supplies, and now they're completely out of ammunition and food.

The group had forgotten how long they had walked through the yellow sands of the Gobi Desert, and now that they had finally seen the oasis, their feelings were truly indescribable.

Even Wang Jiuling breathed a sigh of relief. Who knew how many detours they had taken in the desert these past few days?

That sandstorm nearly left them all stranded in the desert.

At this moment, even Wang Jiuling couldn't help but feel a sense of lingering fear.

No matter how good your lightness skill is in that vast desert, you will eventually die of exhaustion.

No matter how high your martial arts skills are, you still can't hold on without replenishment.

After a sandstorm, you'll know nothing anymore.

The "man-made disaster" caused by that shady shop is really nothing compared to this natural disaster...

Just as everyone was weeping with joy, Old Sand Fox, riding on the camel at the front, suddenly went limp and fell off.

Iron Falcon reacted quickly and caught him.

But this time, the old sand fox never raised its head again.

(Another bonus chapter! The Desert arc is finally over. Next, I'll be working on Wang Chongyang's storyline. Please don't leave the book unfinished; I've been staying up all night writing!)