The sound of the wind is like the devil's scream, occasionally bringing out a long whip or two, and the dense gravel can pull out thick wounds on people's bodies, almost erasing all existences in the desert, polishing the rocks into gravel, and turning the living people into bones.

In such a nightmare environment, a man in iron armor treks through the desert.

The flying gravel hit him, making a "dangdang" sound. He wore a veil and even his head covered most of his head, revealing only half of his cold face. He walked hard against the wind. A group of men and women followed him were all wearing traditional white robes from the desert area, but when he looked closely, he saw the shadow of a traditional Japanese robe.

Only careful people can notice that when the storm comes to the front of the group, it seems to be invisible rejection and flows through the side. The group is like an invisible sharp blade in the storm, breaking most of the power of the sand storm. Only a small number of yellow sand that covers the sky and the sun can penetrate into the invisible barrier.

"Captain, my magic power is consumed too much and I am almost unable to maintain it!" A slim woman couldn't help but say.

The iron-armored man walking in the front turned around and said, "Eiko, please stick with it. We will arrive soon. When this mission is completed, I will ask the team members to contribute collectively to exchange for six more magic loops for you... Everyone, please think about it, we have treasures: the protection of the Wind King barrier, and this trip consumes so much energy and energy."

"But our opponents are always facing the power of this storm. Their energy consumption will only be greater than that of us, and they are always guarding against our sudden attacks. I think they must be exhausted now."

"As long as we can persist and the best time to complete the task is near, they will not expect that we can cross the entire storm and attack them. If the storm is subsided, we will lose the best opportunity. Please give full play to your nature! The Yamato nation is tenacious!"

"Hi!"

The captain of the Guiqi team was very authoritative in the team. After hearing his encouragement, everyone raised their spirits and answered loudly, taking out their best spirit to face the terrifying and majestic nature. The woman named Eiko who just spoke, even gritted her teeth and squeezed the little magic power left, and poured it into the treasure that protects everyone - the Fengwang barrier.

The dense layer of air was compressed tighter, like a flexible shield, removing the strong pressure of the sandstorm and the dangerous gravel mixed in the strong wind.

Although the group was still very embarrassed, their situation was much better than those who faced the sandstorm.

No wonder the captain of the Guiqi team was very confident and caught him off guard when he attacked Chen Ang.

For such a big storm, the Ghost Cu team with the Wind King barrier is so embarrassed. Zhang Ziqiang's team, which is extremely likely to have no props to resist sandstorms, should be even more sad. They can even hold on to the storm. Faced with such a big storm, on the one hand, they must be vigilant against the attacks of the hostile reincarnation team, and on the other hand, they will have a kind of laziness.

Because few people will attack their own people at the risk of crossing sandstorms. Zhang Ziqiang's idea is normal. It is so difficult for his own team to defend against sandstorms. So how much is the possibility of the enemy attacking them at the risk of crossing sandstorms?

Therefore, the captain of the Ghost Cut Team judged that Zhang Ziqiang's team should be in a state of exhaustion and slackness now.

It has to be said that the captain of the Guiqi team is a guy who has a very in-depth study of the psychological bad habits of human beings. In addition to some of the mistakes in his judgment of Zhang Ziqiang's team, he was generally correct. Whether it is a veteran like Zhang Ziqiang or a newcomer like Xiao Bolang, he unconsciously slacked off in the face of the sandstorm raging outside the airship.

Li Ming sat cross-legged on the blanket, looked at the fierce wind outside the window, and said curiously: "In such a terrible weather, no idiot should come to the center of the storm to attack us!"

Hong Fan grabbed his scalp and thought: "It's hard to say! It's better to be careful."

Li Ming rolled his eyes: "If they want to attack us, they have to fly up! In this bad weather, even missiles are not accurate, and electronic equipment is even more disturbed. As long as we monitor the small area below and the wind is relatively calm, they will not be able to launch an assault at all."

"And, didn't Dr. Chen release the sandy mummy out for investigation?"

After saying that, Li Ming took a sip of the juice in front of him, looked down at the card game on the blanket, and suddenly said excitedly: "Three, one, I want it!" Hong Fan played and said: "Boom!"

The Ghost Cu team is still moving forward in a sandstorm.

They have slowly approached the coordinates reported to them by the Lord God last time. According to time, the time for the next prompt coordinates should be coming soon, but the strong wind is getting fiercer. They seem to be approaching the center of the sandstorm. On the earth and in the sky, yellow sand rolls like a boiling ocean.

The member of the Ghost Cutting Team pressed his headscarf and shouted: "Captain, the situation is wrong, the wind is getting stronger and stronger! We seem to be approaching the center of the sandstorm..."

The captain of the Guiqi team, Akao, shouted: "No matter whether it is right or not, find the coordinates for me first!"

Suddenly the woman named Aiko screamed, "Captain, look!"

The sandstorm in front of me was like a whistling hurricane in a secret room, low and with a strange sound. The sand dunes under my feet suddenly rose one after another, just like rolling waves. The reincarnators of the Ghost Cutting Team saw with their own eyes that the sand dunes that were dozens of meters high capsized, and dozens of tons of gravel slammed into the ground in front of everyone, completely burying a sank.

Everything seemed like the end of the world, with a rumbling tremor. In the dim sand curtain, a huge tornado appeared in front of everyone. It was like a huge water pump, pumping the dunes on the ground into the sky, and then turning into heavy rain and sand waves, and suddenly smashing it down from the sky.

The hurricane is huge in size, and in front of the Ghost Cutting Team, it is like a curtain that blocks half of the sky.

Standing at the bow of the airship, nailed to the observation deck of the cockpit like a nail, Chen Ang suddenly opened his eyes and smiled and said, "I saw you!" He grabbed the void of his right hand, and a rotten mummy next to him turned into countless sand particles, shot out like a long rope, rolling up the spear of judgment around Hong Fan, and shot out with Chen Ang's right hand.

The sand grains of mummy were entangled in the spear of judgment, pressing down its mechanism.

The Judgment Spear (imitation) with a scepter in the air popped up a sharp spearhead and plunged into a violent hurricane. Under the control of the sand ropes wrapped around the spear, the speed was raised to a terrible level with the help of the huge wind power of the tornado.

The black-clothed blood clans beside Chen Ang stood up one after another. They threw in the direction of Chen Ang, quickly rushing out like a cheetah, jumping down from hundreds of meters above the airship. Evelyn suddenly saw this situation and screamed. The scalps of the other people in the airship exploded. She clearly saw the figures of the black-clothed blood clans rolling vigorously in the air, then opened her arms and plunged into the violent tornado.

Cut the air in the direction of the wind, and the black-clothed blood clans made a muffled "hula" sound under their ribs. A web-like film appeared between their hands and feet, as if they spread their wings, like a structure like a bat wing membrane, making these blood clans really look like a huge bat.

With their instinct in their blood, they used this high-strength material to make flying wing suits, like cutting the waves on the side of a surfboard, cutting the wind wall, and flying along the guidance of Chen Ang's spear to control the judgment, towards their place in the dark.

Chen Ang closed his eyes and used his magic power to connect the huge storm to the slightest connection. Through dozens of sandy mummies mixed in the storm, he incorporated every slight movement of the huge storm into his own calculations, and through his precise calculations, he constructed a detailed and specific movement model.

The sandy mummy wrapped in the spear of judgment was like a sand rope, adjusting its direction under Chen Ang's control, maintaining a distance of more than ten meters ahead of the blood clans, demonstrating their movement trajectory.

The black-clothed blood tribes were like a huge bat shuttled through the tornado. They used the violent wind power like fish to accelerate their shuttle and pounced in an unknown direction.

These blood clans have reached an astonishing high speed. Their bodies have almost broken through the sound barrier, and they are like madmen who have passed through countless chaotic yellow sand streams. They are easily interspersed among these countless turbulent streams. They are in a dangerous situation where they are torn to pieces if they are not careful, but these blood clans still maintain a hint of elegance and calmness of the Dark Night nobles.

A blood clan's wing suit following the right rear was slightly chaotic and was quickly swept into the turbulent flow, like a clumsy bat, spinning up by the turbulent flow, countless sharp sand flows, thick gravel tear open his body like a violent blade, and the blood clan screamed and was torn to pieces by the strong wind.

And more blood clans passed him without stopping, still remained indifferent, and rushed towards the direction the spear of judgment.

The Spear of Judgment finally shot out the most terrifying distance of wind, but under Chen Ang's precise calculation, he continued to use the help of airflow to push it. Its already terrible speed not only did not slow down, but was accelerated to a terrible level...

At this time, Eiko, a member of the Ghost Cut Team, finally calculated the coordinates given by the main god at 30 minutes. She couldn't hide her inner horror and said: "Captain Akatsuki, the coordinates given by the main god from the Jiuzhou team are in the center of the tornado! They..."

Before she could finish her words, Akatsuki's extremely frightened eyes, her body was hit by a powerful force, and the blood mist appeared at the wound on her chest, as if a golden light had tear through the wind king's barrier and passed through her chest. The powerful force shook the blood she threw into blood mist...

Only Captain Akatsuki, who strengthened the Sharingan, could see that it was a golden spear, which was like a crossbow arrow tore open Aiko's chest and pierced into the gravel under them with the blood of his sweetheart.

"No! Eiko!" Akatsuki wailed in despair.
Chapter completed!