The earth was scorched a reddish color, the plants grew listlessly, and the air quivered and twisted like a nest of serpents, as the tall camels mechanically chewed on water-starved shrubs, such a scene seemingly persisted for hundreds, if not thousands, of years.
If Nemo Point gave the impression of pure white and azure, filled with the smell of the sea,
then the Sahara was a striking bright yellow, both the sky and the land alike, the smell even more so reminiscent of parched earth.
In such extreme environments, it seemed that colors were so monochromatic.
Bi Fang had also become a member of this vivid color scheme.
He was crawling, his shoulder blades rising and falling, his muscles moving in coordination like flowing water, resembling a bright yellow tiger inching closer to the mighty camel that towered over two meters.
Color, movement, atmosphere, all perfectly blended into the environment.