A gust of huge wind swept past them.
Yellow sand danced in the sky, not far away, a golden giant dragon was approaching them with the force of thunder.
Yun Zhuo's brows furrowed as he quickly untied the belt around his waist and bound himself to Ming Yao.
With the sandstorm approaching, if they didn't bind themselves together, they might get separated.
And then it would be difficult to find each other again.
Ming Yao was also aware of the critical situation and clung tightly to Yun Zhuo's arm.
They had trained together numerous times, and when facing a crisis, they had considerable tacit understanding and experience.
Soon, they were swept up into the storm, yellow sand scraping across their skin like sharp knives.
After a dizzying whirl, they landed heavily on the ground.
