The sky, which was still clear a moment ago, seemed to darken in an instant. The wind came too fast, and the sand being blown into the air increased more and more, with visibility getting lower and lower.
Yan Ping shouted, "Quickly hide in the sandpit, cover your mouth and nose tightly, and remember, hurry up!"
Ye Tian and others hurriedly hid in the sandpit they had just dug. A breeze blew across the sand dunes, whipping up wisps of fine sand, and the distant horizon gradually turned dark yellow.
The sound of the sandstorm was getting louder and louder. More than a dozen camels had already crouched down, trembling incessantly, their heads buried beneath the ground. The water and equipment had been placed well, but with such a fierce storm, it was uncertain if they could withstand it.
Everyone used two scarves to cover their mouths and noses, extremely uncomfortable, but seeing the raging wind and sand, they had no choice but to endure it.
