Capítulo 813: Chapter 809 Sandstorm

Above the desert, the towel beneath the felt hat danced with the wind.

Bi Fang subconsciously opened his mouth, trying to feel a hint of coolness, but the wind that blew was like a blistering flame, which did nothing more than fill his throat, scorch his tongue, and emit a wisp of blue smoke.

After more than a week of traveling, as Bi Fang ventured further, the nearby sand dunes grew taller and the rocks became rarer.

Burkina Faso had already turned into a background image behind him. His current location had reached the depths of Mali. Looking around, everywhere there were towering golden hills that formed an endless sea of golden waves, quite splendid under the sunlight and flickered with infinite brilliance, like a golden ocean.

"Now it's not just food, even water resources are starting to become scarce."