On the desolate mountain ridges, the sun blazes like fire, desperately radiating heat, drawing away the earth's moisture. The air is so dry it feels as if it could ignite at any moment. The climate of the African grassland is not something an ordinary person can withstand. Luo Zheng, with a grim face, charges wildly forward, his mood heavy. The mysterious valley, the mystical towering stone pillars, the black-robed man daring enough to self-detonate, and the MP40 submachine gun all point to these people being anything but simple.
