Summoning the Investiture of the Gods in the Tang Dynasty! Crushing the Western Gods

His head throbbed as if someone had smashed it with a sledgehammer.

Lin Yue suddenly opened his eyes. Instead of the familiar ceiling of his dorm room, he saw a blazing sun and an endless stretch of barren desert reflecting a ghastly white glare.

The hot wind whipped sand and gravel against his face, carrying a heavy stench of blood and rust.

“Ugh...” He struggled to sit up, but his whole body ached as if it had fallen apart.

“Don’t move!” A hoarse, anxious voice sounded beside him. It had the distinctive pitch of a teenage boy’s voice, but was filled with exhaustion and fear. “Stay down! They’ve caught up with us again!”