The flying boat reached the depths of the Sandy Region.
Ahead, a golden sand cloud rolled forth, the storm rising, it was the common firestorm in the Sandy Region.
It's said that wherever the firestorm passes, flames spread. However, with the Boat Protection Array on the flying boat, there is no worry.
"There are people in the firestorm," Commander Zhao sharply observed suddenly.
Chu Hao looked toward the distant firestorm. The sandstorm filled the sky, presenting a golden tide. Below, indeed, he saw some human figures.
Who would stay in a firestorm! Too peculiar.
The firestorm approached, the flying boat stopped, activating the Boat Protection Array.
The mad sand fiercely swept past, sand hitting the array with crackling sounds, fire cores splattering all around.
"There are people in the firestorm!!"
The group looked down from above, amidst the raging sand, quite a few people walked in tattered clothes, unaffected by the sand hitting their bodies.
