The little fatty was drenched in sweat, too. "The sun never sets. It has been, and will always be, right up there."
Di Hao could feel his head spinning already.
To make matters worse, he was there as a spirit.
Under his current 'soulful' circumstances, he preferred the shade to the light. An average human's soul would not even make it in the light. It would perish as soon as it touched a glimpse of sunlight.
But Di Hao was the master of heavenly law, which granted his soul an immense power to stay alive even under the sun. He could even make himself a physical body solely by solidifying elements from the air. No one could possibly tell the difference.
For the past five days, Di Hao was stranded in the desert. Nothing felt right for him.
He became even more frustrated when he saw the little fatty next to him.