The sun gradually rose higher, and the harsh sunlight, without any cover, bore down, making the desert unbearably hot. Huang Yi's sweat poured down like rain; he took a water bottle out from his storage ring and took a big gulp with great relish, then continued to sprint forward. The footprints left by the old man became clearer and clearer, and it seemed he would catch up to him soon.
Climbing up a sand dune, Huang Yi habitually looked down and instantly noticed a small black dot on the horizon; that dot was followed by a trail of footprints leading straight to him. It seemed that the small black dot was indeed that old man.
Huang Yi gathered his strength and dashed forward. By now, he had transformed into a Half-Beastman form, his body large and each step kicked up clouds of sand that drifted far into the distance, a sight of grand momentum.