Within the sandstorm.
Chen Mu treaded forward.
With each step he took, swirling yellow sand gathered beneath his feet, cradling his body to prevent it from plummeting downwards.
His gaze was cold and indifferent as he looked into the depths of the yellow sand.
His decision to actively leave Yunlu City Pass was not because he was feeling suffocated from passively fending off attacks, nor was it to show off in front of Xiahou Yan and the others. Instead, he had noticed that the situation atop the city wall was wrong; the pressure from all directions was a bit too overwhelming.
If things continued this way, it wouldn't matter whether they could hold off the attack or not. Even if they managed to last until the sandstorm weakened, the death toll would still be severe, which he could not bear to see.
Within the rolling sands.
