At some point, the sandstorm began to rise.
Massive amounts of sand became a new obstacle, blocking their path.
Unlike on the mainland, there were no landmarks or roads in the desert.
Most people relied on the remains of those who had gone before them or on desert plants as markers. More importantly, they relied on compasses, the instincts of camels, and guides who had crossed the desert hundreds or thousands of times.
The Revolutionary Army lacked none of those things.
What the Revolutionary Army lacked now was good weather.
As everyone knew, whether it was a sandstorm or a blizzard, the larger it grew, the lower the visibility became.
And lower visibility made it difficult for guides or camels to identify directions. Even looking clearly at a compass in this environment required taking enormous risks.
"If Sabo weren't still at headquarters, I might have thought this was Sabo's doing."
"But aside from Sabo, he's probably the only person in the world capable of creating a sandstorm of this magnitude." A cold smile appeared on Ace's face as he stood up on his camel. "I'll be right back."
"What?" Everyone faced the gale. The moment they opened their mouths, they could be filled with sand, while their ears were full of sand scraping against their hoods and cloaks. Speaking was difficult, let alone hearing what others were saying.
They only saw Ace shoot into the sky, transforming into a fireball in midair. He instantly broke through the layers of the sandstorm and soared upward.
His Observation Haki was fully unleashed now, and all he wanted was to find Crocodile.
Moreover, he was incredibly fast. He vanished from everyone's sight almost instantly. After he disappeared, the Revolutionary Army seemed to feel nothing at all and merely continued forward with their heads