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"Stop!" Ling Xiao's icy voice instantly halted Wu Xie's steps.

His gaze pierced through the raging sand, locking onto the figure being swallowed by the wind and sand, his eyes as sharp as a hawk's.

Xie Yuhua also stopped what she was doing, looking in the direction where Chen Yunjin had disappeared, her brows furrowed: "The center of the sandstorm... perhaps the entrance to Tamutuo can only be found in this kind of weather. She knows more than we think."

“She can’t leave.” Ling Xiao’s voice was completely flat, as if stating a given fact. “The sandstorm is a natural barrier to Tamutuo, and also one of its ‘keys’ to opening the door. Her choice to leave at this time is either because she is absolutely certain of success, or because she is taking a desperate gamble. Either way, it is her own choice. But she can’t leave.”

"She can't leave."

Ling Xiao's final, chilling assertion was like a poisoned nail, driven deep into Wu Xie's chaotic thoughts. The sandstorm might not be the entrance, but what made Ling Xiao so certain that Aunt Yun Jin couldn't leave?

Just as he was having some doubts, A Ning's order sounded exceptionally cold in the gale: "Split into two teams and 'invite' Chen Yunjin back!" The word "invite" was emphasized heavily, carrying an unquestionable iron will.

Aning's men sprang into action as if whipped. Swift and experienced, they braved the raging winds, linked together by ropes, like two black arrows released from a bow, plunging into the churning, all-consuming, yellowish sand. Their figures were instantly swallowed up, leaving only the faint, taut marks of their ropes stretching through the sand before quickly disappearing from sight.

Wu Xie's heart leaped into his throat, his gaze fixed on the direction Chen Yunjin had disappeared in, then he couldn't help but look at Ling Xiao. Ling Xiao remained with his back to the eye of the storm, his figure as steady as a rock. The gale whipped at the hem of his clothes, the sand lashing against his bare skin, yet it seemed to be slid away by an invisible barrier, leaving not even a red mark. He slightly turned his head, his gaze piercing through the chaotic sandstorm, a faint, cold smile playing on his lips—not mockery, but more like an all-knowing indifference, a waiting for the dust to settle.

Time seemed to grow thick and long amidst the howling wind and the pounding of his heart. Every second felt like it was being sanded by sandpaper. Wu Xie's knuckles turned white as he gripped the car door handle.

After an unknown amount of time, the wind seemed to weaken slightly, and the towering sand walls began to slowly recede. Just as the sandstorm was about to subside, the two ropes extending deep into the sand curtain suddenly began to tremble violently!

"They're back!" someone shouted hoarsely.

The edge of the sand curtain was violently torn open, and the two groups of people struggled back in a disheveled state. Covered in thick yellow sand, they looked like terracotta warriors just risen from a sand dune, staggering and only able to hold each other up by ropes. In the middle of one group, dragging along a lifeless humanoid figure—it was Chen Yunjin!

She was dragged along by two men, like a tattered rag doll, her feet carving deep furrows in the sand. Her headscarf and goggles were long gone; her hair, matted together with sand and sweat, clung to her face. Her exposed skin was covered in bloody welts from the high-speed lashing of the sand; her lips were cracked and bleeding; her eyes were closed; and her face was ashen, like that of a corpse.

"She...she's like she's possessed!" A teammate dragging her gasped for breath, his voice filled with lingering fear. "When we caught up with her, she was clearly still walking, but suddenly it was like she tripped over something, and then she just...she just collapsed! No matter how we called her, she wouldn't respond!"

Another team member chimed in, nodding, his voice still trembling: "It's really weird! It felt... it felt like the sandstorm was swirling around her, sucking her in! When we dragged her back, she was incredibly heavy!"