Huh!
A sharp gasp escaped Mo Jian's lips as he struggled to rise from the floor. He never expected the sandstorm to be so horrifying.
Thanks to the Lightning Wind Carriage and its various protective runes, they had some defense. Still, when he was inside the storm, it felt as if the world were coming to an end.
He tried to see what was happening inside the storm through the Sky-Eye rune, but the frightening power of the sandstorm made it impossible to see anything.
Apart from being tossed left and right, he crashed into an abundance of unknown objects.
Regaining his bearings, he opened the window to the coach driver compartment and asked.
"Old withered man, are you alright?"
"Young Master, I'm all right," the Old withered man replied, shaking his head from the dizziness.
As a powerful Half-Steps Golden Core Expert, it was rare for him to feel dizzy. Yet, under the sandstorm's terrifying force, he had been thrown back and forth so many times that he had lost count.
