章節 117: Saint Emperor

In the desolate desert that had long been uninhabited, an unusual scene unfolded: eleven people were lying supine on the sand. Actually, it wasn't entirely on the sand, as the wind had covered their bodies with a layer of sand over time.

As they breathed, grains of sand entered their noses without causing any issues. Now, nearly anything that entered their bodies would disintegrate immediately. Coincidentally, a tourist group was passing by. While in their vehicle, they noticed a human hand emerging from the ground.

"Stop the car, it looks like there's someone ahead." one of them said.

The driver halted and remarked:

"What on earth? Why would there be people lying here in the desert? Hmm, there's blood on the hand. Everyone stay back, let me check it out."

He had no idea what had transpired, but the traces of the battle had been obscured by the wind, making everything unclear.