The originally clear sky was instantly shrouded in dark clouds, and a violent wind howled as it swept in, sending sand and rocks flying in a chaotic blur. The fierce wind roared like countless ferocious beasts, whipping up sand and gravel that lashed against us wildly.
Mengzhang shouted at the top of his lungs, "Everyone, find somewhere to take cover!"
We pushed forward with difficulty through the gale, every step feeling as heavy as a thousand pounds. Zhuque flapped her wings with all her might, trying to block some of the wind and sand for us, but the raging tempest still penetrated every gap. Mu Yanfeng forged ahead, scouting the path painstakingly, his clothes snapping loudly in the wind.
Chapter 41