Yang Feng showed a smile on his pale face. He firmly believed that as long as he persisted, he would definitely be able to complete the task. Even if he died, he would have to complete the test.

Yang Feng took out the kettle around his waist and took a sip. This was his first time drinking water from yesterday to now.

Yang Feng really wanted to drink a few more sips of water, even if it was just one sip.

But Yang Feng didn't. He glanced at the water in the kettle and then put it down reluctantly.

Yang Feng's mouth was very dry, and he felt his throat was about to be cracked.

At this time, on the sand dune in the distance, a figure looked at the direction of Yang Feng's departure.

This figure is nothing else, he is Feng Lei, the devil instructor of the Death Hell.

There was no expression on Feng Lei's face. He glanced at Yang Feng and then turned around and left, as if he had never been there before.

The daylight in the desert is very hot, like an ant in a hot pan.

The surface temperature of the desert is as high as forty degrees Celsius, and the highest can be as high as fifty degrees Celsius.

At night, the desert will become very cold, most of the time it is above zero degrees or even below zero.

Such a huge temperature difference is simply unbearable for ordinary people.

Yang Feng's body is very weak now, but he still persists.

Yang Feng had been in the desert for three consecutive days, and he had not returned to the camp once during these three days.

Yang Feng drags a ton of sacks in the desert every night. If he is tired, he leans on the sack to rest for a while. After waking up, he continues to drag the sacks forward.

When people reach a certain stage of hunger, they will not feel hungry.

However, hunger in the desert is not the biggest test, the biggest test is water shortage.

The moisture on Yang Feng's body was evaporated bit by bit, and his skin began to dry out, and there was no blood inside the crack.

Yang Feng was dragging the sack bit by bit, and he couldn't stand steadily. Even so, he was still persisting.

Suddenly, Yang Feng felt dizzy in his head and began to spin.

Soon, Yang Feng fell to the ground and completely lost consciousness.

After about an hour, Yang Feng slowly woke up.

Yang Feng still has a long way to go, so he must not waste any time.

Yang Feng took out the kettle again and then took a sip of water carefully.

After drinking the water, Yang Feng dragged the sandbag again and placed the rope on his shoulder.

At this moment, there was a deep scar on Yang Feng's shoulder, which was tied by a rope.

I don’t know how many times this scar has been rubbed, it looks very scary, and both shoulders are like this.

After another hour, Yang Feng fainted again.

Now Yang Feng may faint at any time, and sometimes even he doesn't know when he has lost consciousness.

When Yang Feng opened his eyes again, a man in military uniform stood in front of him.

This man in military uniform is nothing else, he is Feng Lei.

Feng Lei looked at Yang Feng and said lightly: "You are seeking death, do you know?"

This is the first time in so many days that Feng Lei has talked to Yang Feng alone.

Feng Lei glanced at Yang Feng, who was terrible, frowned and said, "Do you really think you can complete the assessment?"

Yang Feng asked in his hoarse voice: "Can't I?"

Feng Lei shook his head and said, "Don't be stupid! Ning Que can complete the assessment because he is a cultivator, and you are just an ordinary person. Although your body is very strong, you cannot complete the task. If you continue like this, you will only seek death."

This is the first time Yang Feng has seen Feng Lei look expressionless since he met him.

If it weren't for the bitter smile on Feng Lei's lips, Yang Feng would have thought that this instructor would have no other expressions besides being indifferent.

Hearing Feng Lei's words, Yang Feng asked with a reluctant smile: "Instructor, I want to know, are all those who pass the assessment in the history of the Death Hell? "

Feng Lei shook his head and said, "Of course not!"

"That's fine!"

After saying this, Yang Feng stood up tremblingly.

Yang Feng came to the sack and put the rope on his shoulder.

Yang Feng looked at Feng Lei and asked, "Since everyone else can do it, why can't I?"

When Feng Lei heard Yang Feng's words, he was stunned, but then his face became cold again.

Feng Lei took a look, Yang Feng was moving the sandbag step by step, and then turned and left.

In Feng Lei's opinion, Yang Feng was completely looking for death.

Moreover, Feng Lei believes that when Yang Feng can't hold on, he will choose to give up.

In the desert, Yang Feng dragged the sandbag like an ant.

Although Yang Feng's movement distance was not very long, it was also a long distance in a few days.

During these days, Yang Feng moved a total of two or three kilometers, about a distance of several thousand meters.

Yang Feng's day is changing, and he is getting closer and closer to the finish line.

However, Yang Feng's body became worse and worse, and his vitality began to gradually lose.

No matter who is constantly evaporating in the body, it is impossible to survive.

Although Yang Feng's body is strong, he will not only evaporate the water on his body when exposed to the scorching sun every day, but also become weaker and weaker, and he faints many times every day.

However, under such conditions, Yang Feng's body broke through the limit again and again.

On the sixth day when Yang Feng arrived in the desert, he fell into the desert.

At this time, Yang Feng felt dizzy. He didn't feel tired at all, nor did he feel thirst or heat. He just felt that his body was getting weaker and weaker, but even so he was still dragging the sandbag.

Soon Yang Feng fainted again. He felt that his vitality was losing and he could not hold on.

I don’t know how long it took, but Yang Feng gradually woke up.

However, Yang Feng didn't even have the strength to open his eyes at this moment. He knew that he had to quickly replenish his moisture when wearing it.

If you don't replenish your moisture, then Yang Feng may really die.

But at this moment, Yang Feng suddenly felt a stream of water flowing from his mouth to his throat.

Yang Feng slowly opened his eyes, and he saw Feng Lei squatting beside him, holding a kettle in his hand.

Seeing this, Yang Feng said gratefully: "Thank you, instructor!"

Because Yang Feng was too weak, his voice became extremely hoarse.

Feng Lei stood up and looked at Yang Feng with a gloomy face and said, "If you continue like this, you will die. Your vitality is gradually losing. If you can't reach the camp, you will die. Is there any point in doing this?"

Yang Feng did not stand up immediately. He glanced at Feng Lei and asked, "Instructor, can you do me a favor? If the regulations are violated, then forget it!"

Feng Lei asked in confusion: "What's the busy thing?"

Yang Feng smiled bitterly and said, "Can you drop a few drops of water in my mouth and use my kettle when I am about to die?"

Hearing Yang Feng's words, Feng Lei frowned immediately.

Feng Lei walked over and picked up Yang Feng's kettle. When he opened the kettle, he was completely shocked.

I saw that there was still two-thirds of the water in the kettle, which means that Yang Feng didn't drink much water in these few days.

Yang Feng stood up with difficulty, then dragged the sandbag and continued to walk forward with difficulty.

Yang Feng was covered with ferocious wounds on his body, and Feng Lei was completely moved at this moment.

Yang Feng did not give up, he endured great pain every day.

Yang Feng wakes up from fainting every day, and continues to drag the sandbag after waking up.

Yang Feng persisted day by day, and his body was breaking through the limit every day.

Yang Feng's body seemed to break through one level after another, and his strength would be increased a little bit every time he broke through.

At the same time, Yang Feng's injuries became more and more serious.

Yang Feng's skin became extremely dry, and his skin began to chapple due to lack of moisture.

When the body reaches this situation, Yang Feng may die at any time.

Feng Lei did not leave, he was following Yang Feng all the time.

Every time Yang Feng fainted and was about to die, Feng Lei would drop a few drops of water on his mouth.

Time passed day by day, and in a blink of an eye, Yang Feng had been in the desert for fifteen days.

Fifteen days later, Yang Feng finally arrived at the camp with a sandbag.

During these fifteen days, Yang Feng was exploding his potential every day.

Yang Feng is suffering from physical pain every day, which is completely impossible, but he has done it.
To be continued...