The sandstorm, as it passed, whipped up clouds of dust dozens of meters high, cleared the air in its path, and roared thunderously.
Liu Ming raised his hand and released a grey flying knife spirit weapon, but as soon as it made contact with the sandstorm, it was instantly crushed to pieces with a mournful shriek.
Startled, Liu Ming didn't pause for another word but started sprinting forward.
Along the way, he continuously fortified himself with various martial arts secrets, but he could barely outpace the swirling sands, which moved ten meters in a roll.
After running for over a hundred miles, the following sandstorm finally dissipated once again.
Breathing heavily, Liu Ming immediately sat down, took out a top-quality spirit stone, and began replenishing his mana. Since embarking on the path of cultivation, he had mostly traveled by riding the clouds; he had never run for his life like this before.
