Amidst the vast jungle.
Yang Fan was standing next to a strange trace.
It was a slight burn mark, as if it had been scorched by a lighter.
Yang Fan stared for a while, murmuring softly: "Is this the aura of the Sea of Death Black Sand?"
In the past, through dream exploration of the Primordial World, he had seen the endless super desert, stretching to the world's edge more than once.
But it seemed more like a fleeting glimpse.
As if watching through a high-definition camera.
He had never truly encountered the Sea of Death Black Sand.
At this moment.
Yang Fan was simply gazing at the trace, inexplicably sensing a peculiar feeling of vastness and desolation.
He could faintly hear the "wooing" sound of angry wind sweeping over the sand sea and the "shushing" sound of moving sand and dust.
His soul also sensed a touch of bizarre heat.
This was the temperature from the Sea of Death Black Sand.
