Thirty miles outside the Yumen Pass, a sandstorm swept in without warning. The gale, laden with grit, hammered against the carriage walls like a barrage of arrows, creating a piercing, discordant roar.
Su Jinhuan pushed aside the curtain. Through the hazy, ochre-tinted air, she glimpsed a churning crimson mist. Wherever the mist passed, the camel thorn withered instantly, revealing roots that looked like bleached bones.
"Everyone dismount! Form the Tiangang Formation!" Su Jinhuan ordered loudly.
Chapter 125