On the wasteland, the wind and sand are still raging.
The wind wrapped the sand and gravel, like an angry beast, rampage across the vast wasteland.
The howling wind seemed to be the roar of an ancient behemoth, which made people feel awe and fear.
Chen Ping and Hu Mazi struggled to move forward in this strong wind.
Their steps are deep and shallow, and they are stuck in the sand, and every step they take requires great effort.
The wind kept blowing in their faces, and the sand and gravel stung their skin like needles, but they still walked forward with determination.
The two had been walking for several days, but they had never found any clues about the sixth hall of the temple.
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