"Sand? Southeast coast, with heavy rain and wind. How could there be sand?"
Julius Reed immediately realized the seriousness of the situation.
Although he hadn't stayed in the southeast for long, Demarco Mount was the Alliance Hierarch, and even more, the Sovereign of the world.
Years ago, Julius Reed had inspected the world.
He had visited the southeast several times and stayed for a few nights.
He was very familiar with the climate here.
The coastal environment is humid, there wouldn't be large areas of yellow sand.
"Iwan Martinez's body is full of yellow sand, and he's seriously injured!" The reporting Great Grandmaster finished speaking, with fear in his eyes, and abruptly slapped his forehead: "Right, his wooden sword is actually broken! There's a mark on it!"
"Let's go!"
Julius Reed quickly departed.
A group of people walked through the garden and entered a guest room.
Iwan Martinez was lying there, surrounded by many Martial Artists.
