C255 The New Saintess

In the same dust-filled lands, the Sun Holy Land was a place of blistering heat. Yet to the north, in the northwest region, the wind was so piercing it felt like nails boring into one's bones.

If one were careless, they'd be numbed by these biting nails, their whole body stiff and unfeeling.

Even the sand and stones whipped up by the biting wind seemed relentless against their faces