"Yellow sand? What's going on!"
Upon seeing the yellow sand, the martial artists were startled and exchanged glances.
Fear had already appeared on many faces.
This is Obsidian!
Strictly speaking, Blood Ridge belongs to the outskirts of Obsidian, but it's still grasslands.
Moreover, when we first came in, there was no sandstorm at all; the grass was lush, perfect for grazing.
No wasteland, how could yellow sand appear?
There was no wind before, but now a sinister wind has arisen.
"Look!"
A martial artist exclaimed, pointing to the ground, his voice already trembling, "The grass... how did it all wither!"
Upon hearing him, everyone looked down at their feet.
At some unknown time, the originally verdant grassland had turned entirely yellow and brittle.
The speed of this decay was incredibly fast.
Many clearly remembered that the grass was still green just a few minutes ago.
