Supreme Martial God of the City
Chapter 95 - 95 92 Cloaked in Endless Yellow Sand Seeking recommendation tickets and rewards thank you

95: Chapter 92: Cloaked in Endless Yellow Sand (Seeking recommendation tickets and rewards, thank you) 95: Chapter 92: Cloaked in Endless Yellow Sand (Seeking recommendation tickets and rewards, thank you) 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.

“Brother Tian, you said we would encounter a sandstorm as soon as we arrived.

Can we still continue forward?”

Lin Chumo whispered in Ye Tian’s arms.

Indeed, Ye Tian pulled Lin Chumo into his arms for her safety.

He used the Creation Energy to create an invisible protective shield to protect Xiao Pang and the others.

Although Creation Energy is incredibly powerful, one strand is hundreds of times stronger than ordinary Spiritual Energy.

However, the sand was too numerous and concentrated, causing Ye Tian’s Creation Energy to be consumed at an unprecedented rate.

“Brother Tian, I also want a hug; the sand hitting the body is super thrilling.”

Xiao Pang shouted loudly.

Ye Tian looked into the distance, faintly seeing some black shadows.

The storm had no intention of stopping, and every second was grueling.

However, the people who came this time were all martial practitioners.

Their physical strength was sufficient, albeit slightly uncomfortable, no one had injuries yet.

“Hey, Han Ya, where are you going, come back!”

“Don’t go, it will kill you, come back!”

Mu Yunxi’s scream drew everyone’s attention.

Ye Tian looked up; he saw a book flying rapidly in the air, its pages flipping open, making a clattering sound, strange enough that they were not torn.

Chu Han Ya, wrapped in a scarf, had already stood up and was running following the book’s trajectory.

At this moment, Chu Han Ya’s long hair fluttered, and the stubbornness in her eyes was moving.

In fact, Chu Han Ya was a very quiet girl, rarely swayed by outside influences.

Such a girl with an aura of literary beauty was undeniably the goddess of all men in the literature department.

“Han Ya, what are you doing.” “Come back, don’t chase that book, you can always find it if you lose it, but you can’t bring a lost person back.”

Professor Zheng stood up and shouted, ready to run over to stop Chu Han Ya from continuing forward, as the center of the storm was approaching.

Ye Tian saw Old Dean grabbing Professor Zheng, saying something.

Although the wind was loud, with Ye Tian’s cultivation, hearing was easy, and he was also a well-read man who could understand lips.

Old Dean roughly said, “Little Zheng, you cannot go.

With your cultivation, you cannot resist the sandstorm; it will only increase casualties.”

“The major situation is paramount; the world’s crisis hinges on this action.”

“Alas, what’s wrong with this little girl, knowing it’s so dangerous yet chasing a book, such a studious girl is regrettable.”

At this moment, Mu Yunxi was still shouting, but Chu Han Ya seemed not to hear it, still struggling to run toward the eye of the sandstorm.

“Brother Tian, what’s wrong with Han Ya, she will die!”

“Do you have any way?”

“Although she doesn’t speak often, she is very kind-hearted inside.”

“Last time you disappeared, she and I went out to look for you for a long time.

When we came back, her foot was twisted.”

Lin Chumo said anxiously in Ye Tian’s arms.

“I will take you to Yunxi’s side; I’ll go to help you retrieve Chu Han Ya.”

Ye Tian thought for a moment, picked up Lin Chumo, and headed towards Mu Yunxi’s location.

“What are they doing, going together to die?”

“Get down!!”

Old Dean also shouted loudly at this moment.

However, Ye Tian arrived quickly, gently placing Lin Chumo down, and said to Mu Yunxi, “Yunxi, take care of Chumo for me; her cultivation level is not high.”

Mu Yunxi saw Ye Tian so tense for the first time and nodded heavily.

Chu Han Ya had already disappeared from everyone’s view.

The endless yellow sand made the entire Heaven and Earth dull, all around was cloudy.

The wind grew increasingly fierce, with more sand roaring.

Ye Tian stood up, slowly walked out of the sandpit, heading toward Chu Han Ya’s disappeared direction.

“Brother Tian, what are you doing?” Lin Chumo shouted.

Ye Tian made an OK gesture, indicating Lin Chumo not to worry, he would come back safely.

Even usually having great faith in Ye Tian, Lin Chumo and Mu Yunxi were extremely worried at this moment.

The rest were helpless towards the reckless actions of the two.

The men who usually mocked Ye Tian looked at the gradually receding figure, feeling a sudden surge of admiration.

On the other side.

Chu Han Ya, exhausted and breathless, finally retrieved her book.

Just as she was about to feel relieved, she looked around and found herself surrounded by wind and sand forming a whirlwind; she was in the eye of the storm.

Her scarf fluttered in the wind, looking like it could come off at any moment.

Her hair danced in the wind and sand, and Chu Han Ya felt she couldn’t stand steadily, feeling as if she might float away.

She knew she was about to die; no one could save her.

She showed a fairy-like smile, a tear dripped onto the book in her hands.

“Dad!”

“Mom!”

“I came here but couldn’t bring you back.

This book is your last relic left for me.”

“Even if I chose again, I would still chase it.”

“I just regret not finding the murderer who killed you; our family can finally reunite.”

Chu Han Ya muttered, slowly closed her eyes, took her book, and held it to her chest.

At this moment, she saw a man holding a sword, fearless of wind and sand, walking step by step towards her, resembling a Divine King walking in the world, the Sovereign of Heaven and Earth.

Chu Han Ya shook her head, thinking, “How could there be someone walking in the sandstorm, it must be an illusion before death.”

She tried to open her eyes beaten by the sand, slightly lowering her head, looking ahead.

The man cloaked in yellow sand walked with dancing clothes, all nearby sands rebounded off a layer of white thin film.

“It’s him!!!”