The wailing sound of the wind suddenly amplified in their ears, driving sand and grit to lash against their faces with a stinging pain. As Qin Lie took the lead, charging fiercely into the narrow, twisted entrance of the Wind-Eroded Valley, it felt as though they had instantly burst into an alternate space constructed from the skeletal remains of gigantic yellow monsters.
The light dimmed abruptly. Overhead stood jagged, colossal wind-eroded rock pillars, pressing and piling against each other to leave only a narrow strip of sky, filtering down mottled and broken sunlight that cast bizarre, shifting shadows upon the ground.
Beneath their hooves lay thick layers of yellow sand and gravel, accumulated over who knows how many years. The horses' hooves trod upon them with an ominous crunch, every step kicking up small gusts of dust.
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