On the Gobi Desert, the wind and sand gradually intensified, and the distant sky seemed to be stained with a murky rust color.
Once proud of calling himself the 'Desert Emperor', Lao Xie now felt like he was about to meet his end, faced with the strangling formations surrounding him from four directions, his face twisted fiercely, and with a crush, the loud-hailer in his hand was shattered.
Just a moment ago, he had ridiculed Hu Lushou three times, never expecting that he would now be turned around and humiliated by the other party three times as well.
Lao Xie now understood that the opposition was not acting on impulse but had long made thorough preparations to annihilate them all.
Faced with the imminent approach of several convoys from various directions, a tone of despair hovered in the air as Hua Gu Long's face turned ashen.
"Lao Xie, what should we do? This time, we're afraid we'll be doomed!"
