"Death Dust Storm!" Luo Yuan exclaimed.
"It's a Death Dust Storm! Run!" Thunder God shouted too.
"Quick, quick, quick!" Hong grew anxious too.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! ...
All fourteen instantly accelerated to their top speed. In his anxiety, Luo Yuan grabbed Hong and Thunder God, the two slowest fliers. With the Sky-Escaping Shuttle beneath his feet, Luo Feng flew at roughly the same speed as Luo Yuan carrying two people, while the other ten servants guarded them from behind.
The Death Dust Storm was one of the many dangers recorded in the guides Luo Yuan and the others had purchased. It was one of the three great dangers of the Death Desert. There was no pattern to its appearance. It would emerge suddenly, blanketing the sky and earth... leaving nowhere to hide. The experience of generations of predecessors taught those who followed-
When facing a Death Dust Storm, burrowing beneath the desert meant death! Flying upward into the sky also meant death!
The only option was to race the Death Dust Storm!
If the Death Dust Storm dissipated before catching you, you survived.
"We only just entered the Thunder World, and we ran into a Death Dust Storm. What the hell is this?" Thunder God cursed. "Look, that group behind us seems to be a team that entered the Thunder World before we did."
"Hmm?" Luo Yuan turned to look behind him.
There was indeed a team of young men and women being pursued relentlessly by the sand and dust that blotted out the sky! Judging by their clothing, they should have been one of the Black Cloud Society's four teams that had entered the Thunder World shortly before Luo Yuan's group. The team running frantically for their lives consisted of six people, four men and two women.