"Why did the sky go dark?"
Everyone was astonished.
Leng Changkong's expression changed as he looked into the distance.
Endless windblown sand gathered in the darkened sky, connecting heaven and earth like a black dragon baring its fangs and brandishing its claws!
A terrifying storm was sweeping toward them!
"Oh no, it's a sandstorm!"
"Run!!"
Leng Changkong shouted.
Everyone's expressions turned utterly terrified.
The sandstorms in the Ancient Battlefield were different from those in other deserts. They contained terrifying killing intent, and even a Supreme Being swept into one would have only a slim chance of survival!
Leng Changkong and the others were powerless against such a natural disaster.
"Fellow Daoist Chu, run!"
Leng Changkong shouted at Chu Kuangren in terror, then led everyone charging in a certain direction.
Chu Kuangren glanced at the sandstorm sweeping across heaven and earth, hesitated for a moment, then took Lan Yu and ran after them.
In truth, this sandstorm posed no threat to him, but to Leng Changkong and the others, it was a great terror!
"Damn it, what rotten luck, running into a sandstorm."
"Stop complaining and run faster."
Everyone fled the whole way.
In the end, after a fright but no harm, they finally escaped disaster.
"Whew, surviving that sandstorm gives me something to brag about for the rest of my life when I get back," the talkative young man said with a laugh.
The others also looked as though they had narrowly escaped death.
"Haha, we're alive."
"Get off, why are you touching me?"
"I'm checking whether you wet yourself."
Leng Changkong and the others lay on the ground, laughing and chatting.
"Captain, something... doesn't seem quite right." A female cultivator in the group looked around, her expression uncertain and alarmed.
Hearing her words, everyone exchanged glances.
Leng Changkong immediately