As if the most terrible sandstorm was coming, gravel was like dragons coiling to the sky with the peak of the hill as the core.
In the spiral sandstorm, there was a dark shadow. Vague, distorted and scary, the shadow screamed, pacing to the peak.
It was the "Evil Ghost Soliciting Life" of the "Haunter's 18 Slaps", exerted by the Crying Elder with the Violent Sand Super Force!
At the foot of the mountain, an oasis withered in the flying sand quickly. It seemed that the water had been drained from everything. Cattle, sheep and herdsmen stood frozen, skin and muscles dehydrating inch by inch. Black shadows flew out of their bodies, heading to the evil spirits at the peak of the hill.
The surrounding hundreds of kilometers were all like this, the souls of creatures evaporating, land withering.
The land outside, within and beyond Quicksand Town, was also affected by the sandstorm, cracking as if it was too dry.
