The massive sandstorm rose up again, sweeping back and forth across the desert as if it would never stop. It only began to subside half an hour later, and by then, those players who had already died might have been half buried.
Under the hazy gray sky, a few figures slowly stood up. Some were too far apart to be clearly recognized.
"Hey! Still alive?" Juan Er shouted to those on either side.
"Alive and kicking!" Black Under the Light spat out a mouthful of sand, turned toward Juan Er, and glanced around as he walked. "Where's Old Xu?"
"Up ahead." Xiao Hui, who stood furthest forward, pointed and asked, "Any Sandy Sea Safe Zone people left?"
"Probably none." Da Beitou crawled out from the sand, smoothing his hair. "A lot died, a few ran, guess they won't return anytime soon."
They checked who was left, and realized the wounded Zeng Zhao and Pink Hair weren't there.
