Ye Qinghan and the others hurriedly moved forward. Even before the storm, it was still so terrifying.
The mountain rocks were uprooted, the stone fragments were as fast as blades, even weaker sector lords would be pierced through. Some of the caravans that didn't even get close to the gathering point were instantly annihilated, flesh and blood splattering everywhere.
Boom!!
Some tamed ferocious beasts had thick fur, and their defense was much stronger than humans. However, they were still pierced by some of the stone fragments, and their screams echoed.
Ye Qinghan and Jian Shisan finally understood the reason why Magic God Demon Venerable and Zhang Yingshi were so afraid of this place.
The four trekked through the desert. The weapons in their hands were constantly striking the stone fragments.
Boom!!
Ye Qinghan was almost blown away by a gust of wind. The dark gold rod pierced into the desert, creating a deep trench.
Jian Shisan lost control of his body and had a panicked expression. He grabbed randomly and just happened to grab onto Ye Qinghan's arm. His entire body was pulled up, and if it wasn't for Ye Qinghan pulling him back, even if he didn't die, he would be crippled.
Hua!!
A white silk scarf appeared in Zhang Yingshi's hand. It was woven from the silk of the Ancient Golden Silkworm. It was impervious to weapons, water, and fire. With a wave of her hand, she tied it around Ye Qinghan and Jian Shisan's waists.
The Golden Silk Scarf extended infinitely and pulled on Fashen Demon Venerable.
"Everyone, hold on. This scarf can support us." Zhang Yingshi said. However, the moment her voice landed, it was blown away by the wind.
The four of them walked with great difficulty towards the gathering of the caravan. All of them were tied together and hid behind a tall mountain. Every one of them stabbed their swords into the ground. Even so, some of them were still pulled away and turned into a pool of blood that dissipated in the air.
Hell was just like this. It only brought about death!
The four walked forward step by step. It took them an incense's time to reach the back of the mountain. The wind weakened by more than 50% and didn't affect them much.
However, Fashen and Zhang Yingshi didn't relax. They said solemnly, "This is just the prelude. The wind hasn't started yet. Once it starts, this mountain won't be able to hold!"
Many people heard this and couldn't help but roar in despair.
There were at least 500 people at the gathering point of the caravan. They held hands and were all chained together. Everyone stabbed their swords into the ground, hoping to fight for a chance of survival. The more people there were, the better chance they would have.
"Esteemed Masters, can you come to the middle and help us fix the iron chains? This way, the losses will be much smaller, and the danger to the four Venerables will also be reduced! "
A dignified old man said loudly to Ye Qinghan and the others.
A strong wind blew, and the sound dissipated.
Fashen's face darkened as he glared at Ye Qinghan angrily. In the end, he went to the center of the crowd and tied the heads of the dozen iron chains together.
Boom!!
The veins on Ye Qinghan's corporeal body bulged as he stabbed his staff into the center of more than ten chains, suppressing them all underground.
Whoosh!
Ye Qinghan frantically swallowed some divine medicine to heal his injuries. Although it wasn't of much use, it was better than nothing.
Many women were in the central area, and the experts were gathered outside. However, the most important area was the most important because they needed someone who could suppress the iron chains. Ye Qinghan, Fashen, and the others had to resist the majority of the force. Without the four of them, none of the caravan would have survived.
The wind stopped abruptly. It was so quiet that it made one's hair stand on end.
"The real sandstorm is coming. Everyone, stay calm. Everything will be fine as long as we can withstand it," Fashen said coldly.
No one said anything, but their faces were purple, already devoid of color.
Wah — — —
At this moment, a child's cries broke the silence.
The sky was covered by dark clouds, and one couldn't see their own fingers. Ye Qinghan could only feel the child beside him, and he reached out to carry him.
The child was about four or five years old. He couldn't understand why his parents would bring such a young child here.
"Lord … You have to save him. We really don't have the strength to protect him …" A woman begged in fear.
Ye Qinghan groaned and protected the child in his arms. He quietly waited for the wind to blow and the destruction to come.
As if the end of the world had arrived, the wind blew again. The cold and violent wind was as sharp as a divine knife. Rocks were constantly being cut, and the tall mountains were falling. If this continued, the entire mountain would be swept away.
"Ever since I met you, I haven't been lucky even once!"
Fashen roared angrily. He was still unwilling to give up.
Ye Qinghan smiled bitterly. This wasn't what he wanted to happen. He could only try to persuade him. "Senior, don't be angry. If I'm still alive, I'll definitely make it up to you."
"Let's hope so!" Fashen snorted.
Zhang Yingshi broke the seal on her body and revealed her true strength. As expected, she was on par with Fashen. She suppressed Ye Qinghan to the point that he couldn't breathe. She glared at Ye Qinghan coldly. Clearly, she was taking revenge for her personal grudge.
Ye Qinghan looked awkward, but he didn't apologize.
"If you're still alive after a hundred years, you'll know the consequences of offending me!" Zhang Yingshi sneered and threatened.
Ye Qinghan snorted. "Then we'll talk about it after a hundred years. At most …"
"At most what?" Zhang Yingshi asked coldly.
Ye Qinghan thought to himself. "At most, I'll sacrifice my body and let you play with me."
However, he didn't dare to say this out loud. Otherwise, Zhang Yingshi would definitely throw him into the sandstorm.
Whoosh — —
Whoosh whoosh!!!
The wind blew again, sweeping up the sandstorm. The fine sand covered the sky like rain, rushing from west to east.
Whoosh!
It was as if a layer of the Gobi Desert had been cut off. Wherever the gale passed, not even a blade of grass grew. The Gobi Desert no longer existed, and even the high mountains were razed to the ground. Ravines appeared, and a bare mountain was uprooted. It was a ghastly sight.
Boom!
Boom boom boom!
Mountains were destroyed one after another, and the sound of explosions was incessant. The wind was approaching rapidly.
Boom!
Ye Qinghan stomped his feet, and two footprints appeared on the ground. He was like an old tree with its roots nailed to the ground. The Dark Gold Rod smashed into the ground, and the spear imprint in his palm glowed brightly. It was ready to appear at any time and cut through the void!
Swoosh swoosh swoosh!
Zhang Yingshi wrapped her golden silk scarf around the metal chain. Together with the Dark Gold Rod, the four of them were tightly bound together.
At this moment, Fashen seemed to have sensed something. He shouted, "Everyone, get down on the ground!"
Everyone immediately lay on the ground, their hands gripping the hilts of their swords tightly.
In an instant, the sky fell and the earth cracked. The mountains in front of them were directly shattered by the wind. The wind blades were like divine weapons, uprooting the barren mountains and crushing them into fine powder. Some of the people lying on the periphery were blown into the air. Their divine power defenses were useless. They were crushed as soon as they rose into the air. They didn't even have time to scream.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The metal chains were pulled into the void, and more people were pulled into the sky. The death toll was rapidly increasing!
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