In the storm, the sand and dust flew wildly, completely obscuring visibility beyond five meters.
Even with the helmet on, the erratic yellow sand found its way through every gap of the helmet.
Xu Xin felt that as soon as he opened his mouth, he would swallow a mouthful of sand.
Still, he couldn't help but ask, "I say... cough... we're completely surrounded by sand now, is this direction really correct?"
After he spoke, he couldn't help but spit.
Sure enough, he had swallowed some!
"You're asking me? How would I know?" Xu Ying turned around, facing Xu Xin, so that her back was against the sand, preventing it from entering the helmet through the gaps meant for vision. "You should ask your Silver King, it's the one leading the way now, and its speed hasn't diminished much."
In front of the two, Zhao Xiaochuan was already lying flat on Silver King, his entire body pressed against it.
He had even given up looking ahead, relying entirely on Silver King to navigate.
