"I seem to be missing a gold chain around my neck, and sunglasses too... Oh well, I'm missing quite a few things."
Yang Lezhi mumbled to himself.
...
The mount selection phase should be over.
After a while, Yang Lezhi lay on the fine red sand, feeling somewhat anxious.
From start to finish, the battle technique only hinted to him to condense a mount, then it became silent like a mute.
As more and more red liquid was extracted, the ground, once muddy, had turned into dry sand.
Yang Lezhi speculated that the real ultimate battle technique should be related to these sands.
But he knew nothing else, so he could only wait.
Rustle, rustle!
Rustle, rustle!
Suddenly, Yang Lezhi was startled when the sand under his butt began to spin.
Yes, like a whirlpool.
Yang Lezhi quickly stood up. He mustn't sink into it and be drowned by quicksand; how unjust that would be, dying with eyes wide open—I am the king of the desert.
Next, Yang Lezhi felt his mouth dry up.
