Ji Yuan quickly looked around, and all he could see was a vast expanse of dull yellow.
A land of yellow sand.
There was nothing else.
How was he supposed to comprehend this?
Should he move forward?
But it was the same yellow sand if he moved forward.
As thoughts flashed through Ji Yuan's mind, his figure had already landed, his legs deeply embedded in the yellow sand ground.
Just as he thought about pulling his legs out, he realized they seemed to be held by something... It was a pair of withered hands.
In an instant, those shriveled hands suddenly exerted force, pulling Ji Yuan's body straight into the ground. Seeing his waist and below already beneath the surface, he reacted quickly and grasped the nearby gobi.
"Hah—"
Ji Yuan let out a low shout, and his arms exerted sudden force.
His arms began to swell visibly, having never used his full strength even in his iron-forging days, today he finally unleashed his full power.
