บท 154: 6-7

As soon as Yu Qingyu passed through the gate, he was hit by extreme heat. His skin was protected by his silky costume, which provided a bit of relief, but it was nowhere near enough. The air was so hot that he could see it swirling around, distorting his surroundings slightly.

Everywhere was sand. Sandy ground, sandy mountains, sandy rocks. The dungeon was a sandy labyrinth. They had to fight desert-type monsters under the scorching sun.

A few steps in front of him, there were already carcasses of monsters lying around, with blood splattered all over. The A-class hunters that entered ahead of him were not wasting time, and already were engaging in fights.

Yu Qingyu leisurely walked forward. There was nothing for him to do.