C340 Burial

Yellow sand swirled through the air, thick enough to obscure all sight, forcing anyone caught within it to shut their eyes.

But Wang Yao was fully armored, his face fiercely shielded behind a protective mask.

Thus, as the sand pelted his armor, it merely produced a chorus of ping-pong noises, leaving him otherwise unbothered.

Unfazed by the sandy maelstrom, Wang Yao's eyes