The dazzling white sunlight rushed with the scorching flames.

By the time Fang Chen's group climbed up the valley, the advance army of the sun had already reached the southern slope of the valley.

The southern slope with a hint of dampness was chased by the sun, and the few banyan trees that were struggling to support the valley withered and yellowed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then burst into flames, which were burned into a pile of black ash in the blink of an eye.

Just now, Fang Chen thought that the heat had reached its limit, but now, as the daylight and fire line behind him continued to approach, Fang Chen knew that he was too naïve.

As the distance between the two sides narrowed, Fang Chen was the first to feel the heat of fear on his feet, and through the thick plastic soles, Fang Chen could still clearly feel that the temperature was soaring rapidly.

It felt as if he was not stepping on the ground, but on the iron plate of a burning stove.

The thick rubber sole is slowly melting.

There was no extra sweat pouring out of his face, his lips burst into a thick layer of dry skin, Fang Chen and everyone around him were like a classic car without lubrication, hot and unabrasively panting.

The stove seemed to be attached to the back of their heads, their hair was curled up, and their necks had no feeling, only a little sensation from the dead skin that rubbed against their earlobes when they ran.

Fang Chen felt gasping for air, and the restless air could burn his throat out.

By the time they ran out of the river bank and saw the lions in the distance, the line of fire had already gone down the dirt slope.

Sting!

The sound was like cold water crashing into a hot oil pan.

Fang Chen followed the voice and turned around, and saw that the river that was still sparkling just now was run over by the line of fire.

The temperature of the sun was so high that even the steaming water vapor was not spared.

In the blink of an eye, it was dried on the surface of the river.

Fang Chen's eyelids began to jump uncontrollably, watching the daylight stop and overflow the riverbank, running straight ahead, he pulled his voice like a broken gong, and shouted hoarsely, run, run.

Where can I go?

There is nothing around but the desert and yellow sand that stretches as far as the eye can see.

But what else can they do but run? Even if there is no hope, no one stops, they don't know what awaits them, but as long as it's right, they shouldn't give up.

Until Qing Hong, who was hiding in Fang Chen's hair, was woken up by the heat.

I couldn't help but spread my wings and flew out.

It's just that as soon as he emerged, Qinghong was dried up by the heat above his head.

The heat wave was like a brush, carrying it through its wings as if it had scraped off a layer of flesh.

Qinghong subconsciously wanted to drill back.

But when he turned around, he saw Fang Chen's red eyes and the tide of fire surging up behind him.

Just hesitated for a moment, Qinghong flapped his wings and flew to the ground.

Resisting the waves of heat, he grabbed Fang Chen and the three people around Fang Chen and rushed out.

The sudden feeling of weightlessness made Fang Chen's heart loosen suddenly, and he was forced to unload, and the weakness of his whole body came up.

Now, it seems that he can't stand.

But Qinghong didn't fly far with them, not because it didn't want to run, but because Fang Chen heard a cry for help from behind him.

The sunlight was rapidly approaching with the line of fire, and the heat continued to scorch everyone's exposed skin.

They hurt, but they don't feel anymore, they only remember one thing, run, run, can't stop, until the clothes on their bodies are ignited by the heat.

The flames in his back burned his neck.