The wind whipping up the clouds!
The wind whipping up the clouds!
...
Wyatt Barnes was restless, searching everywhere.
But in the end, he couldn't find a trace of Little Gold.
This left him feeling helpless.
"I don't know where Little Gold is."
Wyatt was worried.
Although, he could confirm that Little Gold probably was not harmed by the sandstorm.
But people are inherently dangerous, and if Little Gold ran into other fighters, there would always be potential danger.
It's okay if the fighter is weak.
But he feared if Little Gold encountered a strong fighter.
"Now...I have no idea where we are."
Wyatt glanced around, his eyes met only with the vast desert, with no end in sight.
He didn't know from which direction the sandstorm had blown him.
And he didn't know where Little Gold had been blown to.
"Extend the range, look around to see if I can find any traces of Little Gold... If I can't, I'll have to leave this desert alone."
Wyatt had made up his mind.
Whoosh!
