Yellow sand blotted out the sky, ravaging the entire desert.
As everyone in the convoy watched, the sandstorm raged for nearly two hours before it finally began to subside.
Pushing open their car doors and jumping out, they looked up at the sky, now a pristine, washed-out blue. Not a trace of the sandstorm remained.
Of course, the new sand dunes that had appeared before them were proof that the sandstorm had indeed passed through.
"Oh, God. Thank you for watching over us."
Gazing at the surrounding dunes, which now towered dozens of meters high, the youth dropped to his knees and kowtowed to the heavens.
It was, without a doubt, a miracle. If they had been caught in that storm, their convoy would now be buried under more than ten meters of sand.
Escaping alive from beneath a dune of that size would have been impossible.
After getting out to survey the situation, Fang Chenyi and Qi Xiaotian conferred and decided to set off immediately.
