The bleak white light slowly swam across the endless desert.

Eleventh hour into the desert.

At the forefront of the blockade line, the military formation of the 43rd Army was still neat and tidy, and the whole army still maintained the highest level of alert.

Shaw Mersea cautiously approached the front line, his speed getting slower and slower.

His breathing was steady and nearly without the slightest rise or fall.

Arc after arc of subtle, almost imperceptible ...