Whoosh.
Whoosh! The boundless sandstorm swept across the land like locusts, wantonly devouring every living thing on the ground.
Yellow tornadoes converged one after another, reaching straight into the sky. It truly looked as though giant dragons were swimming between heaven and earth.
It was the morning of the third day since the official match began, while outside, it was just past midnight on the first day.
Yet quite a few players were still watching from the sky, and every one of them clicked their tongues in amazement.
"This disaster is lucky not to have erupted on the New Continent. Otherwise, it would definitely have caused total chaos!"
"No wonder it's called an Earth Fire Dust Storm. You can actually see sparks flying through the air."
"The players in the competition are in for a miserable time. They're not only facing shortages of water and food now, but also have to find a way to survive this disaster."
"Survive? The difficulty of this Small Natural Disaster is already so absurd, and you still expect them to hide until the Major Disaster arrives?"
"The official match only lasts thirty days. On average, each terrain gets just over three days. If you spend too much time in the desert, what will you do with the remaining terrains?"
"What else can we do? Does anyone really think they can survive this damn disaster?"
"Huh? Don't say that. Su God is an exception. The sandstorm outside is raging, but he isn't affected at all inside his house."
"What? A house?"
Earth Fire Desert, Second Stage, at the bottom of a dune toward the lower end.
The yurt-like Studio unfolded as sharp grains of sand continuously struck its walls, producing a rustling sound.
Sometimes faint, sometimes violent.
But all of it was blocked by the