The theme of Ancient Desert Sea never changed.
More than a dozen tornados that were thousands of meters high connected the sky and the desert. With a ton of sand in their bodies, they ran around in the desert with no pattern. They let out horrifying roars as if thousands of Demon Beasts were howling at the moon.
Qian Jin stood by the peak of a hill as he stared at the tornados that were connected to the sky. The thunder like roars and their power had torn the clouds in the sky and the sand had replaced the rain that was supposed to be created by the clouds.
The tornados created strong wind in the desert and the peaks of hills got hit the most.
Qian Jin stood there and felt like the blade like wind blowing at him. His long black hair and his warrior suit were fluttering in the wind. He raised his hand and lightly touched his right eye.
"Ouch...’
