"Eh, there's a young man at the eighth level of the Mystic Palace Realm in that tribe? That shouldn't be possible, should it?" High in the sky, Xuan Sheng stared fixedly at the Heavenly Domain Myriad Void Divine Mirror avatar and muttered to himself. His fingers brushed across the mirror's surface, and the Spiritual Light of the Heavenly Domain Myriad Void Divine Mirror vanished instantly.
Pulling his gaze away from the Heavenly Domain Myriad Void Divine Mirror avatar, Xuan Sheng rubbed his brow wearily. Keeping this up for so long had indeed exhausted him, mainly mentally.
"Eh, the wind's picking up?"
The gale blowing upward from below made Xuan Sheng's robes snap violently in the wind. It refreshed his spirits somewhat, though it also made him cough lightly.
The dust and sand carried by the gale had a choking smell to them. Xuan Sheng's brow furrowed sharply. "This damned sandstorm."
There was nothing to be done about it. In the Sand Sea, this sort of windy, dusty weather was all too common.
But at that very moment, an inexplicable palpitation suddenly rose in Xuan Sheng's heart. That sudden foreboding made every nerve in his body tense in an instant.
At the same time, Xuan Sheng's pupils contracted. He suddenly realized something was wrong.
He was currently ten thousand meters in the air, above the cloud layer.
Though the skies were cloudless for ten thousand miles, no matter how fierce the Sand Sea winds were, they could not possibly sweep sand and dust ten thousand meters into the air.
Not even the hurricane sandstorms from several days ago could have done that.
"Careful! Enemy attack! Prepare to engage!"
The instant Xuan Sheng detected the anomaly, he shouted a warning.
Yet in that same instant, the dust and sand surging upward from