A violent wind raged, its howl threatening to tear his eardrums.
Qin Fang steadied himself and looked up.
Ahead, a thick, churning curtain of yellow dust completely blocked his view.
He couldn't see anything clearly. Through the dust, he could only make out faint glimmers of light that flickered and swelled violently, without any pattern. Each pulse of light and darkness made the entire dust curtain tremble.
The ground shook and shuddered. Beneath Qin Fang's feet, rocks continuously cracked and tumbled away.
The air was filled with the smell of damp earth and a scorching, acrid odor like molten metal.
With each brilliant flash, he felt a distinct, needle-like stinging pain on his exposed skin.
'…So this is the power of a Martial Arts expert?'
Qin Fang clenched his fists tightly…
