So many days have passed, and Ye Feng is very clear that they’ve been wandering aimlessly in the desert, with no way out in sight, not even the Old War God could contain his panic. "Bang!" Finally, the commander of the Western Border warzone couldn’t hold on any longer and fainted once again. Seeing the commander of the Western Border warzone collapse, everyone else fell one after another. In the end, only Ye Feng, the Old War God, and Liu Mu remained. Liu Mu, at this moment, was also on the verge of collapse, looking extremely frail. After seeing this, Ye Feng said helplessly, "Let’s sit down, rest for a while before moving on!" Liu Mu nodded, then sat down without speaking, despair showing in his eyes. Just then, the Old War God’s voice trembled slightly: "Ye Feng... do you think... do you think we might all die here, never to escape?" Ye Feng quickly denied, "Impossible, Elder Duan, you have to have confidence in yourself. We will absolutely be fine, we still need to gain Xuanyuan’s inheritance and leave this place!" ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⚑𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖⚑𝕟𝕖𝕥 The Old War God chuckled, but Ye Feng’s words of encouragement didn’t have much effect, still looking utterly dejected. Even the Old War God couldn’t take it anymore, let alone Liu Mu and the others, these Legendary Martial Artists. Ye Feng also realized that wandering aimlessly was completely futile. Ye Feng knew that, since they kept going in circles, there must be a correct exit. Time rushed by, another half-day passed, and Liu Mu’s gaze became unfocused. Liu Mu could collapse at any moment, even his consciousness was becoming unclear. In the Old War God’s eyes, there was a look of utter despair, he had no clue at all. "Are we all going to die here?" the Old War God said in desperation. Ye Feng quickly said, "Old War God, that won’t happen, trust me, we can definitely leave here!" At this moment, Ye Feng released all his spiritual power, searching for anything different around him. But despite Ye Feng’s efforts, he couldn’t find anything amiss. Just then, Liu Mu took out a bottle of Spiritual Liquid from his waist and fed it to the other five people. After receiving the Spiritual Liquid, their complexions improved slightly, but they remained unconscious. The Spiritual Liquid was originally meant for Liu Mu to break through the Divine Realm, but in this life-and-death moment, there was no choice. Thanks to that sip of Spiritual Liquid, Liu Mu managed not to faint and could hold on a bit longer. Seeing Liu Mu even take out the Spiritual Liquid, the Old War God felt some despair, thinking they had no way to leave. "Damn it! Damn it! Are we really stuck here? Are we going to die here?" At this moment, the Old War God was in disarray. Possibly because it had been too long since the Old War God left the battlefield, and he hadn’t faced such a crisis in ages, being older now, seeing his juniors collapse one by one, yet powerless, started to break down his mindset. Ye Feng carefully observed the surroundings, but the Old War God remained utterly hopeless: "Damn it! Damn it! Are we all going to die here? I’m not willing, I’m not willing!" The Old War God roared, yet Ye Feng remained calm, comforting, "Old War God, don’t worry, we will find a breakthrough, we’ll surely find a way out!" Hearing this, the Old War God became anxious: "Out? How do we get out? Ye Feng, I don’t care if I die, but I can’t bear for you all to die. You are the future of Dragon Country. Watching you collapse , one by one, is unbearable for me. It’s all my fault! At the beginning at the crossroad, I should’ve stopped you, I shouldn’t have let you enter, it’s all my fault!" The Old War God’s eyes were full of guilt. Indeed, at the Old War God’s age, death no longer mattered to him; his entire life had been dedicated to Dragon Country. Dragon Country was everything to the Old War God, and to him, Ye Feng and the young ones were its future. The Old War God didn’t fear death, but he couldn’t bear to see his juniors, the future of Dragon Country, perish, which filled him with self-blame, remorse, and reluctance. "Old War God, calm down, the Heavenly Monarch will surely lead us out!" Liu Mu quickly advised. "Damn! Damn it!" Yet the Old War God did not listen to Ye Feng, furiously screaming, with madness in his eyes and a terrifying expression, his voice echoing continuously. "Damn~~~" The Old War God’s massive roar echoed continuously, producing wave after wave of answers. "Huh?" Ye Feng and the others were stunned, not expecting echoes in the desert. Since there are echoes, it suggests that this place isn’t very large, which should allow for echoes. Indeed, Ye Feng’s guess was correct; this is a created, independent space. Even Emperor Xuanyuan, not being a Creator God, couldn’t create from nothing a vast desert that even powerful beings cannot traverse. It indicates that this space is very limited; thus, they have a chance of leaving. "Damn it! I’m not willing!" the Old War God screamed loudly, the terrifying sound waves oscillating, bursting forth. The airwaves from the Old War God formed a gigantic storm, surging to all sides. The terrifying storm, centered on the Old War God, directly surged outward to all directions. "Whoosh~~~" Layer upon layer of sandstorms swept through the desert. The terrifying airwaves surged for thousands of meters. Veins bulged on the Old War God’s forehead, his eyes filled with unwillingness, showing a frenzied look. Yet, Ye Feng keenly observed this scene, and suddenly, Ye Feng’s body shuddered. Instantly, a smile appeared on Ye Feng’s face, and he couldn’t help but burst into laughter: "Hahaha..." Ye Feng suddenly laughed, leaving the Old War God and Liu Mu stunned.