"Pop pop pop!" The yellow sand hit Xing Peng and Shangguan Meiyu, making a series of crisp bursting sounds. The two had already left the ground with the storm, narrowly navigating through the tempest.

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  After experiencing such a fierce sandstorm, the situation for Xing Peng and Shangguan Meiyu was not as optimistic as they appeared. The Profound Qi in their bodies was depleting very quickly, with a third of their Profound Qi exhausted in the blink of an eye.

  However, although the sandstorm was fierce, it also, paradoxically, provided Xing Peng with a sense of progress in his Profound Qi, which improved as it was being consumed massively. At this critical moment, the operation speed of his Profound Qi reached 200 percent, a performance beyond the norm.

  Sand and stones flew everywhere, darkening the skies! Countless sands were lifted by a formidable force and then traveled with the storm to other places.

  Xing Jianfeng and others, though hiding in a cave, found their situation far from optimistic. The huge sand dune where they were located was almost completely lifted by the sandstorm. The strong suction made them deeply feel the pressure.

  "Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!" Waves of sand spread in all directions, the powerful storm embodying a destructive force that made everyone instinctively tremble with fear.

  "My god, this sandstorm is too fierce. We've hidden so deep underground, and yet we can still feel such terrifying pressure!" Li Xiaocuan, hiding in the cave, gripped a long spear embedded in the ground, exclaiming in shock.

  "Shut up!" Zhang San knocked on Li Xiaocuan's head, "Less talk, dammit!"

  "Ouch!" Li Xiaocuan grimaced in pain, "Why are you so hard on me!"

  "If I'm not hard on you, will you ever learn? Close that mouth of yours that's always screaming. If you scream again, you're dead!" Zhang San glared at Li Xiaocuan fiercely, as if to say, if the sandstorm doesn’t kill you, I will.

  Seeing Zhang San like this, Li Xiaocuan quickly shut his mouth, then looked at Zhang San with innocent eyes, a face full of grievance.

  Zhang San pursed his lips and no longer paid attention to Li Xiaocuan's antics, focusing entirely on circulating his Profound Qi to steady himself in the cave.

  Scenes like that of Li Xiaocuan and Zhang San were common in the cave. Those who had entered the cave, at this moment, had looks of relief on their faces. Thankfully, they had prepared before the sandstorm hit. Otherwise, by the time they reacted when the sandstorm approached, they would have been blown to who knows where.

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  "Everyone, this sandstorm is too strong. In order not to be swept away by the sandstorm, I suggest we combine our strength to resist the sandstorm together!" A trial participant suddenly spoke up.

  Hearing this, Zhang San and the others exchanged glances, then nodded simultaneously. They then gathered together, collectively channeling their Profound Qi to resist the sandstorm.

  Most of Zhang San and the others were Earth-tier martial artists. When these hundred or so people simultaneously channeled their Profound Qi to resist the sandstorm, their pressure was significantly reduced, easing their anxious hearts.

  However, Xing Peng and Shangguan Meiyu, who were in the eye of the sandstorm, were not in good condition. Both of their faces had turned pale. The longer they stayed in the sandstorm, the more clearly they could feel the formidable power of nature.

  Although Xing Peng and Shangguan Meiyu had displayed extraordinary mobility, allowing them to navigate through the storm, they still felt as if their bodies were about to be torn apart by the tremendous force.

  "Peng brother, I can't hold on much longer!" A voice transmission suddenly entered Xing Peng's ears from Shangguan Meiyu.

  Hearing this voice transmission, Xing Peng quickly looked towards Shangguan Meiyu. Frowning slightly, he saw that her delicate face was devoid of color, pale, and blood was seeping from the corners of her mouth.

  "This girl is internally injured!" The moment Xing Peng saw this, he moved with 'Wind Shadow Steps', forcibly stepping on the wind to reach Shangguan Meiyu's side, then held her hand.

  "Little girl, I told you to enter the cave earlier, but you wouldn't listen. Now do you regret it?" Xing Peng transmitted his voice to Shangguan Meiyu while blaming her. Meanwhile, his movements didn't stop; like a phantom, he led Shangguan Meiyu, dancing with the wind.

  "I... I wanted to be with Brother Peng!" Shangguan Meiyu pouted cutely.

  "You..." Xing Peng shook his head, not knowing what else to say. Although he had interacted with Shangguan Meiyu for a while and knew some of her temperament, he still hadn't fully understood her, so he was somewhat skeptical of her words.

  After shaking his head slightly, Xing Peng no longer said anything and continued to navigate through the sandstorm with Shangguan Meiyu.

  Originally, navigating through the sandstorm alone was already difficult for Xing Peng. Now, with an additional person, his pressure increased significantly, forcing him to be fully alert. Any negligence would result in him and Shangguan Meiyu being swept away to an unknown location by the sandstorm.

  Riding the wind and breaking the waves, moving with the wind! In this extreme challenge, Xing Peng made significant progress in his light-body techniques, inspired by the wind of the sandstorm.

  The wind is formless, the clouds shapeless. Integrating one's light-body technique with the wind, going wherever the wind goes. Embracing all, greatness lies in tolerance!

  For a moment, Xing Peng seemed to become a sponge, absorbing the gales that bombarded him as if recognizing a kin, reducing the pressure he felt.

  The sandstorm came quickly and left just as fast. When Xing Peng vaguely caught the rhythm of the wind, able to move freely within it, the sandstorm suddenly vanished without a trace. Everything around calmed down in an instant, the sun hung high again, and the sand returned to the earth. If not for the clear traces left by the sandstorm on the ground, Xing Peng might have thought it all an illusion.