sinovels Chapter 139 Natural Disaster
Chapter 139 Natural Disaster
At this moment, everyone was scrambling to escape. Behind them, the yellow sandstorm swept in like a tidal wave, and wherever it passed, everything—humans, demons, beasts, and trees—was swept into the air and became huge clouds of dust in the wind.
Then at some point, they might be suddenly thrown from high in the sky, crash heavily to the ground, and become broken into pieces. Some unlucky ones might even be sliced into minced meat in the wind.
The power of heaven and earth is fully displayed.
Apart from the buzzing and howling wind, there was no other sound in my ears; the earth was trembling violently.
Everyone wanted nothing more than to whip their horses until sparks flew, pushing their mounts forward at breakneck speed!
Everyone finally understood why the vegetation on the mountainsides was sparse and there were few large trees, while the ground was riddled with deep pits – it was all due to the rampant yellow sandstorms.
Unfortunately, it was getting dark, and the group didn't have many options, so they set up camp nearby. As a result, they were unlucky enough to encounter this storm in the middle of the night.
With eight people and seven mounts, they no longer cared about formation or teammates. They could only worry about escaping for their own lives, and so they ran forward for who knows how long.
The typhoon was right behind us, with a large amount of sand and dust falling from the sky. In the blink of an eye, the surroundings turned into a yellow haze, and we could hardly see the road under our feet. We could only vaguely make out the shadows of the people around us.
Yang Silang squinted and managed to make out the general situation of the people in front and behind him by looking at their clothes.
Daqing carried him on its back, with a weight in its mouth, and only came in third place among the riders in the sprint.
The first one was Pei Shihou, who was riding a black steed. His mount was a demonic beast, and as it charged forward, its black fur seemed to come alive, radiating black flames and leaving a black line in the air. It was already several feet away from Da Qing.
The second was Su Zhixiu, the daughter of the Sanjiang Chamber of Commerce. She rode a blue horse with blue light emanating from its hooves. Wherever she passed, the ground turned into flowing ice a few feet in front and behind, as if she were gliding on the ground. Her speed was even faster, two or three feet faster than Da Qing.
The big green dog ranks third because it carries a weight in its mouth; if it were to throw away the weight, it could still compete for a place.
The three behind them were Pei, Zhuang, and Bai. Their horses were powerful and had sharp hooves, but they were not known for their speed and had fallen far behind Da Qing.
But behind the three was another unlucky fellow, Zhu Hecheng, who was probably several feet behind.
Previously, when the group traveled together, the worst mount was the one weighed by weight. Now, in the struggle for survival, they were forced to use their speed, and Zhu Hecheng ended up at the bottom.
"Ah...help me..."
Zhu Hecheng suddenly cried out in alarm. Everyone turned to look and saw that the yellow sandstorm had caught up and instantly swallowed him and his horse. The next moment, he and his horse were separated and had been swept into the sky, spinning wildly, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The group shuddered and hurriedly cracked their whips to continue their escape.
"Brother Yang..." Ji Jin, his body being violently jostled as Da Qing carried him, poked his head out and said in a trembling voice, "Don't abandon me, all my shares are yours..."
Yang Silang frowned but did not answer.
The problem now is that the speed of all the mounts is obviously not as fast as the speed of the windstorm behind them. In a moment, everyone will probably be swept away by the wind.
The key is to avoid being swept up into the air by the wind, as that would be too dangerous.
At least there were some meat left from weighing, which could help weigh the food. Yang Silang rummaged through his saddlebag and found a rope. With a shake, he tied the two men and Daqing together.
Behind them, Pei Zhuangbai and the other two rode side by side, also tying the ropes together to link the three riders as one.
I just managed to complete this action with great difficulty in the strong wind.
hum...
The yellow wind surged and exhaled, enveloping the entire group of riders within it.
In the blink of an eye, the surroundings transformed into a world of quicksand, with countless grains of sand spinning wildly, making it impossible to see one's own hand in front of one's face.
As Yang Silang rode on Daqing's back, he felt his body suddenly lift upwards, and he and the horse floated up, losing the vibration feedback that Daqing's feet had been firmly planted on the ground.
Then the world spun around, and I was completely disoriented, unable to distinguish between heaven and earth, east and west, or north and south. I didn't know whether I was flying into the sky or falling to the ground.
Occasionally, there is a violent collision or friction between the body and some things that are neither alive nor dead.
Yang Silang was certain that he had broken several thick tree trunks and seemed to have bumped into a slender, curvaceous body, but he was unsure whether the other party was a female cultivator or a demon beast.
"Certainly!"
Yang Silang felt dizzy and nauseous. The power of nature caused his blood and qi to surge and reverse, his true qi to dissipate, and his martial arts skills were completely useless.
He hurriedly lit up the Niwan Palace (a point on the back of the head) to guard his soul and ensure that he would not lose his mind.
I don't know how much time passed.
The wind speed seemed to have decreased, the quicksand lessened, and I could see a blurry shadow when I opened my eyes.
Bang!
Yang Silang felt as if he had been thrown out like a sack, landing heavily on some hard, flat surface that he couldn't tell what it was, where he could feel the texture of soil particles.
He opened his eyes in delight.
Sure enough, he was on a mountaintop, with a deep cliff not far away where several animal and monster corpses lay, their brains shattered from the fall. They must have been thrown out by the wind, but they were just unlucky.
Look up at the sky.
The once towering sandstorm has become a small, dark mass on the horizon, but at least the world before us has returned to calm.
The sandstorm is far from over, but at least it has passed through this area and is no longer raging.
Yang Silang looked down and saw that the rope in his hand had long since broken. In just a few breaths since they were lifted into the sky, he and Daqing had been violently separated by the powerful wind. The rope was so fragile that it could not be broken at all.
He checked himself over and found that apart from a sprained ankle and some abrasions and bruises on his body, there were no major wounds, which was fortunate.
Standing atop the mountain, one can see far and wide.
Not far away, two demonic beasts suddenly started fighting. They were a white tiger and a black leopard. Both beasts had dirty fur and were bruised and swollen from falling. It was clear that they had been swept away from other places by the strong wind and thrown together. Once the wind passed, they would naturally fight to the death.
It seems the surrounding area may not be safe.
"Rejuvenation!"
Yang Silang used the Rejuvenation Divine Power without hesitation.
Instantly, a warm current filled his body, and with a flick of his hand, a large, bright yellow spear appeared—the Golden Spear Trout Bone Spear, which he had been keeping in the grid.
He flipped his hand again, and more water and dry food appeared. He wolfed them down, making sure he wasn't hungry.
"I've lost a lot of money..." Yang Silang thought to himself.
The harvest from the past two and a half days was stored in the riding bag on Daqing's back. With such a strong wind, who knows if the riding bag is damaged? If it is damaged, the wind will blow away all the harvest.
As for Daqing, it's unknown whether it landed safely. It's entirely a matter of luck. If it had been swept from the sky and plunged off a cliff, even if Daqing was a demon, it probably wouldn't have survived.
"This wind is strange. Exploring the secret realm of the hunting party is indeed dangerous."
Yang Silang finished his dry rations in a few bites, stuck his spear into the rock, jumped onto the spear shaft and looked around. Fortunately, he was on the mountaintop, so his view was excellent.
"The surrounding terrain is completely unfamiliar."
"Where has this strong wind swept me to?"
"The Yellow Sand River is nowhere to be seen, and the mountains on both sides are not the same ones where we stayed last night."
"Now, the key is to determine our location and find a mount."
Yang Silang stood on the butt of his spear and surveyed the area. He noticed that after the strong wind, there were more than a dozen pairs of ferocious beasts fighting each other on the desolate mountain. Among them, a large bear was chasing and biting a horned deer.
This deer was very strong, even taller than an ordinary horse, especially its two antlers, which were large and sharp when spread out. However, its opponent, a bear, was over ten feet long, with a paw as big as a face. It was incredibly strong and ran very fast, so the deer could only carefully dodge.
Yang Silang's eyes lit up, and he charged forward with his spear held upside down.
The bear was displaying its power, slapping the antlered deer repeatedly until it was almost cornered.
Suddenly, a gust of evil wind blew behind its head.
Before Big Bear could react, his head was smashed flat by the gun barrel, blood and green stains splattered all over the ground, and his corpse slammed heavily to the ground.
Yang Silang appeared before the trembling antler deer, spear in hand, and after a friendly exchange of blows.
He rolled over and sat on the bruised and battered antler deer, thus gaining a loyal mount. In addition, a bearskin sleeve bag was added to the back of this new mount.
Yang Silang had made up his mind; he had to hurry and make up for the losses.
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