The massive sandstorm whipped up again, as if it would never stop sweeping back and forth across this desert, only gradually subsiding after half an hour, by which time the players who had died might have been half buried.
Under the gray sky, several figures began to stand up. Some were too far away to see clearly who they were.
"Hey! Are you still alive?" Juan Er shouted to the sides.
"Alive and well!" Black Under the Light spat out the sand in his mouth, turned his head towards Juan Er, and walked over while scanning the surroundings, "Where's Old Xu?"
"Up ahead." Xiao Hui pointed while asking, "Are there any people from the Sandy Sea Safe Zone left?"
"Probably not." Da Beitou emerged from the sand, brushed his hair, "Many died, a few ran away, probably won't be back for a while."
The group did a headcount, realizing that the injured Zeng Zhao and Pink Hair were missing.
"Dead or ran?" The group huddled, roughly searching the nearby bodies, but couldn't find the two.
