The fork was like something had swallowed it up. In the blink of an eye, only the one with the cactus remained, however, before the fork in the road disappeared, Zhou Yi saw that the road without the cactus was faintly revealing a little white light like walking out of the yellow sand.

He stared blankly for a long time, and then suddenly yelled. The cactus blade he held in his hand fell to the ground and instantly turned into a pile of powder.

Zhou Yi turned his head to look at the two-person tall cactus, but the loess is everywhere, where is there still the shadow of the cactus?

He rubbed his eyes, there was a hundred miles of yellow sand everywhere, and there was no trace of green.

The mouth, which was originally moistened by the cactus leaves, is now dry as if eating a mouthful of yellow sand.

Zhou Yi shook his drowsy head, stuffed the dagger back to his shoe, and had to continue walking.

The sun was getting hotter, and the lack of water left his skin dry and cracked. At this time, Zhou Yi was like a walking sandman.

His skin was stained with sand and mud from the wind, and his eyes could barely be opened in the harsh environment.

The walking corpse kept moving forward, and every time his footsteps fell, Zhou Yi's body would shake.

The shoes stepped on the sand and seemed to have touched something. Zhou Yi took out his dagger expressionlessly, "Snort-" and stabbed into the dirt.

A dark purple scorpion was pulled out of it. The scorpion is only the size of the palm of a hand, not a strange beast, just an ordinary animal.

Its abdomen was pierced by a dagger, but the scorpion's venomous tail still swayed slightly, as if it wanted to sting.

Zhou Yi looked at the scorpion and swallowed his saliva helplessly. He then used a dagger to cut off the scorpion's venomous tail and cut off the scorpion's head. I put the scorpion in my mouth and chewed it like that.

Of course, the taste of raw animals will not be good, but Zhou Yi feels that his physical strength seems to have recovered a little. It's just that I'm still thirsty.

There was a sudden strong wind in the yellow sand, Zhou Yi was blown and staggered, and he was forced to take several steps forward, and before he could stabilize his body, a whirlwind carrying the yellow sand threw him into the air.

Zhou Yi almost immediately urged the body refining martial arts, and when he landed, he smashed into the yellow sand. A deep pit appears in the ground.

He crawled out of the pit, and the wind seemed to have stopped. Due to the reason of body refining martial arts, he was not harmed. It's just that the shock of landing still makes his mind a little dizzy.

However, the wind that had stopped restarted. Just on his side, he swept again, and when he was thrown into the sky, Zhou Yi's scolding words almost broke out. What's more, he was thrown down again.

"Bang-"

The pain in my body felt like it was about to explode.

Even if refining physical martial arts could protect him from serious injuries, if he repeated it like this, it would naturally be painful.

After that, the wind seemed to have life, and wherever Zhou Yi went, he would roll up.

As a result, Zhou Yi was carried into the air by the whirlwind again and again, and was thrown from the air again and again.

His mind was close to drowsy, and Zhou Yi lay in the pit, barely moving his fingers.

Up and down the body, every inch seems to fall apart.

The most lethal thing is that with endless repetition and no energy supply, Zhou Yi has a hard time staying awake.

However, if you lose yourself in the phantasmagoric waters or fall into a coma, you will fail. This is a team system, where one person fails and the whole team fails.

Zhou Yi is struggling to support himself with this alone.

"Whew-"

There was a small sound under the yellow sand, and a scorpion that was slightly larger than the one that Fang had just eaten came out, looking at Zhou Yi who was lying in the pit and couldn't move.

Then, it cocked its tail and stung him on the thigh.