Fine sand began to continuously fall from overhead, as a storm ahead swept towards them like a golden dragon, capable of destroying everything in its path.
"It's a sandstorm, what do we do? We're not going to die here, are we?"
Many people immediately panicked, but more of them kept their composure.
Those who could enter the Qiankun Realm were people with certain cultivation and experience, so their mindset wasn't bad.
"Chairman, what do we do?"
The members of the Xuanxue Guild looked towards Ye Shengming.
Ye Shengming gazed at the golden dragon ahead, seemingly capable of swallowing the heavens and extinguishing the earth, hesitated briefly, then immediately commanded, "Run south."
With Ye Shengming's order, the guild members immediately changed direction. When other small sects and factions saw them running south, they also followed suit, not daring to think much when escaping for their lives.
