Ye Xuan looked at the overwhelming sandstorm, his eyes slightly narrowed.
In this Desolate Realm, where not a single blade of grass grows, sandstorms are the most common sight.
However, relatively speaking, sandstorms are not fearsome.
Because those who enter the Desolate Realm are all strong. Even if their own strength does not permit them to withstand the sandstorm, as long as they summon a True Artifact, they can avoid the calamity.
Yet sandstorms come in different scales.
Such as the sandstorm in front, vast and massive, covering the sky without any space to escape.
Ye Xuan could see at a glance that within the sandstorm, terrifying presences existed.
Remnants of powerful beings from the past.
They intermingle within the sandstorm, attacking living beings.
At this moment, everyone rapidly summoned powerful Spiritual Artifacts, planning to use them to avoid the sandstorm as it neared!
"Not good!"
