This was a catastrophe beyond words.
Before countless Sand Clan members retreated into the bunkers where they sheltered from sandstorms, they had all assumed it was merely an ordinary sandstorm.
Sandstorms were far too common in the Sand Sea. If they did not endure several of them in a year, that would be abnormal.
Yet this hurricane sandstorm lasted for two whole months.
The closer a tribe was to the Molten Hell Sea, the longer the hurricane sandfalls raged.
Vegetation with shallow roots was swept away outright by the hurricane. What remained was buried beneath countless showers of high-temperature volcanic ash falling from the sky, rapidly withering under the assault of heat and all manner of toxic substances within the ash.
The Sand Clan living in the Yizhi Sand Sea were a people best able to endure disaster. Years of harsh living conditions had tempered their nerves into something incomparably resilient.
Calamities such as severe droughts, black sandstorms, and even total crop failures could not make them shed so much as a single tear.
Most of the time, they would only look at the barren fields, clench their fists once more, and labor bitterly with all their strength, trying to carve out a path to survival.
But today, the entire Black Sand Tribe was filled with weeping—heart-rending cries.
Because of its location, the Black Sand Tribe was neither the first tribe struck by the hurricane sandstorm nor the one afflicted for the longest time.
The hurricane sandstorm had only raged over the Black Sand Tribe for a little over twenty days, but after those twenty days, the Sand Clan members of the Black Sand Tribe had collapsed.
The several million Yidongqing Divine Trees that had recently been planted by the envoy of the Yizhi Sand Sea Heavenly God, and whose