Rise of the Otherworld.

With renewed hope, the group continued their journey through the desert. However, fate seemed determined not to let them off easily. The once clear sky suddenly darkened, and a fierce wind began to howl. The sound of the wind, at first a low roar, gradually grew sharper and piercing, like a howl from hell.

"Oh no! A sandstorm's about to start!" Zhang Hao stared at the sky, his expression grave. His eyes betrayed deep worry, his brow furrowed like the Chinese character "川". The strong wind rustled his clothes, and his hair danced wildly in the breeze.

Before he could finish his words, a fierce wind blew up a cloud of dust, forming a massive wall of sand that came barreling down on them. The wall of sand towered into the clouds, its momentum overwhelming, like a giant beast with its bloody mouth agape, ready to swallow them whole.

The woman screamed in terror, "What should I do?" Her voice was instantly carried away by the strong wind, sounding so weak and helpless. Her eyes were wide open, filled with extreme fear, and her hands were tightly grasping the corner of the clothes of the person next to her.

"Everyone, find shelter!" Zhang Hao shouted. His voice struggled to be heard through the strong wind, filled with urgency and determination.

But in this endless desert, where could they find refuge? All around them was nothing but endless yellow sand. The earth trembled under the raging wind, as if lamenting their fate.

The herbalist looked around frantically, his eyes filled with fear. His body trembled uncontrollably, and he kept muttering, "It's over, it's over, it's all over now."

The old man frowned tightly, thinking hard about a countermeasure. His gaze was particularly firm in the raging wind. Although he was also filled with worry, his years of experience taught him that he must not panic at this moment.

The black-robed man tried to cast a spell to slow the approaching sandstorm, but his newly recovered magic power seemed insignificant in the face of this powerful force of nature. The tip of his staff flickered with a faint light, which was instantly obscured by the wind and dust.

The sandstorm drew closer, its roar deafening, as if ripping their souls from their bodies. The wind, mixed with sand and gravel, struck them like a barrage of bullets, bringing waves of stinging pain.

"Let's fight! We stand back to back and withstand the sandstorm together!" Zhang Hao said decisively. His voice was filled with determination and courage, as if this was their last hope.

Everyone quickly gathered together, pressed tightly together, ready to face this huge challenge. Their bodies pressed tightly together, as if to fuse into one, to jointly resist this violent force.

A sandstorm swept through them instantly, pelting them with flying sand and rocks. Each grain of sand and rock felt like a heavy hammer, slamming into them. The powerful wind threatened to knock them over, yet everyone struggled to hold on.

Zhang Hao gritted his teeth, shielding his body from the strong wind and protecting his companions. His face was covered in blood from the wind and sand, but his eyes remained firm, like an unshakable mountain.

The woman closed her eyes tightly and prayed silently. Tears fell from her eyes, then were instantly dried by the wind and sand. Her lips trembled constantly as she muttered something, praying for God's blessing.

The herbalist roared, fighting against the fierce wind. His voice seemed so small in the sandstorm, but it was full of unyielding fighting spirit.

The old man kept encouraging everyone, "Hold on, don't give up!" Although his voice was hoarse, it was full of strength, bringing a sense of comfort and courage to everyone.

The black-robed man struggled to maintain his feeble magic shield, relieving some of the pressure on everyone. Veins bulged on his forehead, and sweat and dust streamed down his face.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly, every second a test of their will and strength. The howling wind and the pounding sand and rocks pounded their bodies, their bodies enduring immense pain, but their faith remained unwavering.

In this violent sandstorm, they seemed like a lone boat, struggling to move forward in the turbulent waves. But they never gave up, clinging to each other tightly, and stubbornly persevered in this endless darkness...