"Blowing smoke without drafting," Jinniu sneered at Lin Mo, disdain evident in his expression.
"Boss, why don't we just go in? We're armed with the latest equipment, we should be able to withstand the sands," Kuang Shi suggested.
"We'd better not take the risk; no one knows what's inside those sandstorms," Peacock cautioned with a steady temperament.
As Qiao Jianjun was about to speak, suddenly in the sky above, Weiwei contracted her gaze, focusing intently on the wall of wind and sand.
The others also focused their attention on the sandstorm, where they could vaguely make out two figures slowly walking out from within it.
The two who emerged were young men, around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, wearing majestic hats and long green robes, resembling handsome men from ancient times.
"Those who master Lobu Lake shall die," one of the men declared coldly.
"Who are they?" Jinniu's eyes bulged as he asked.
