No matter how bizarre this island became, Li Luo had to keep moving forward.
She had come here to figure out what was happening on the Hua Sheng Islands, get involved, and anchor herself.
'Let's head toward the beacon.'
This was only the outer edge of the archipelago; the beacon was still a long way off.
Thinking this, Li Luo checked her map and led Block deeper into the wasteland.
With no vegetation for cover, the wind here was exceptionally fierce, whipping up sand, gravel, and splinters of deadwood and sending them scattering everywhere.
These gales followed no pattern. Sometimes they would suddenly intensify, and other times they would abruptly die down, causing the swirling sand and debris to fall from the sky with a CLATTER.
When the gales raged, the sky would turn completely black, and a sinister, cold aura would seep down from the clouds, blanketing the entire land. But as soon as the wind stopped, the sky would clear up again, and the wasteland would fall silent.
