Fang Hong 'holding hostage' Affia walked across the nonexistent center line of the rooftop. In the distance, a window on the tower standing amidst the sandstorm happened to face this direction, like the black hole of a Cyclops. Fang Hong turned around and found Affia's face turned pale. She was not afraid of the current situation, but of the storm.
This storm was beyond everyone's expectations. Bain City is located on a prominent rocky platform, with the wind carrying sand between the giant crimson pillars, roaring and rumbling from afar.
Even he felt a sense of insignificance under the might of nature.
He looked up again toward the direction of the exit. So far, Bain's knights still appeared very orderly, moving steadily, always keeping at the edge of the mutual vision between them. At this distance, the other party could by no means launch a sudden attack through the sandstorm. Fang Hong felt somewhat relieved.
