C178 The Eight Directional Wind Blades and the Golden Guard

As Wang Feng pondered, a fierce wind suddenly whipped up over the desert, swirling the yellow sand from the ground and blasting it toward the people.

Initially, the sandstorm's rapid pace went unnoticed. But then, someone felt a slice across their face. "What's going on? This sandstorm..." They touched the sore spot on their face, only to find their palm smeared with blood