"Hold on to the rope!"
With a powerful shout, the young mistress gripped the rope tightly and simultaneously grabbed hold of Liang Haoming's arm.
Her actions made the usually stolid man grow tense as well.
The wind howled furiously.
Not far away, Hulan let out a terrified "Waah!" almost bursting into tears, "Tu Tu Tu... Tu Ya, it's a sandstorm, a sandstorm!"
Clutching Tu Ya's arm with all her strength, Hulan's face was as white as a sheet. Sandstorms in the Desert were like maritime disasters—unpredictable and often lethal. This one was unprecedented, its scale colossal, and from the distant sky, one could even see a massive tornado forming.
The tornado swept across the land, raising clouds of dust high into the sky.
Nighttime in the desert was exceedingly cold, but sweat was dripping down Tu Ya's face, "Run, run fast!"
