The wind roared in his ears, like a herd roaring in unison.
The sand shuo in the sky slapped on the needle gold face under the wind, like a knife.
The huge wind force pulled around, left and right, up and down, and it was difficult for ordinary people to gain a foothold.
Under the feet of the needle is no longer solid grass, but sand.
There is sand everywhere.
It is also sand flying in the air.
The lush forest is completely gone.
It's a desert!
Desert in the middle of the night.
In the desert, the wind roared, the sand was flying, and the exploration team members in the camp shouted in panic.
Needle was stunned for a moment, then reacted, his heart was shaken, and two words appeared in his mind -
"Teleport!"
"The teleportation was activated again, and this time, we were all teleported to the desert."
When Needle first experienced teleportation, he was being hunted by a swarm of fire poison bees. After the teleportation was activated, it moved him from the rainforest to the forest, indirectly saving his life.
Now it was the second teleportation he had experienced, and like the first time, it was all silent, and there was no sign before the teleportation.
But this time, Needle's luck was too bad.
Not only was he teleported to the desert, but he also happened to encounter a sandstorm!
"We must bring everyone together!" Needle King just opened his mouth to call, and his mouth was immediately filled with sand.
Needle had to cover his mouth and shout reluctantly, but the shouting was covered by the sound of the wind.
The wind has become stronger.
The sand hit the needle's body, and bursts of numb slight pain kept coming.
The bad weather became terrifying.
"Sand and dust storm?" Realizing this, Needle Gold's heart suddenly fell to the bottom.
"Zi Di, wait for me!" He had to stop shouting and run forward according to his memory.
With a whirlwind, a tent followed the windshield towards the needle, like a gray ghost gill pounced from above and down in the dark night.
The needle waved smoothly, and only heard a whoosh, and the extremely sharp blade cut the tent in half, one left and one right flew over the needle's body, and was immediately swept away by the strong wind.
The tents in these camps were all fixed to the ground, but after they were also teleported, the stakes that were originally deeply embedded in the soil were scattered on the surface of the desert.
Without a fixed effect, the tent collapsed and was swept away by the wind.
"Oh no." He walked for a moment and found that he couldn't recognize the correct direction at all.
First of all, in the dark night, wind and sand, there was no reference to distinguish the east, south, and northwest.
Secondly, the tents were flying everywhere, and the original layout of the camp was unrecognizable.
Finally, in the wind and sand, you can't rely on shouting to contact other team members.
Needle was also at a loss for a while.
And in just a few breaths, the wind power doubled again!
"Help me......" Needle suddenly heard a faint cry for help, coming from above his head.
He looked up suddenly, and saw a dark shadow flashing over his head.
Needle immediately realized that a member of the exploration team had been blown away by a hurricane.
The wind intensifies and becomes very terrifying, easily blowing away adults.
Needle Jin subconsciously stretched out his arm, but in the blink of an eye, the search team member who was calling for help disappeared into the wind and sand.
It's too late.
"Zidi is the lightest in weight. Her situation is too dangerous!" Thinking of this, Needle Jin couldn't help but feel anxious.
"Zidi, where are you now?"
It seemed to be in response to the strong voice of needle, and a white light suddenly lit up in the wind and sand in front of his left.
The white light was like fire, burning brightly in the dim vision.
On this island, low-level magic and fighting spirit are prohibited, and according to Needle's understanding of the exploration team, this white light flame can only be produced by potions.
And the place where the white light flame was obviously the true location of Zidi.
"Smart!" Needle couldn't help but secretly praise, and immediately stared at the position of the white light flame and ran.
He ran very hard, and the terrifying wind could blow away adults, but the needle was a vindictive practitioner after all, although he couldn't use his fighting spirit now, but his fighting spirit practice made his physical fitness beyond the ordinary.
In this situation now, the metal can barely resist this wind.
But seeing him gradually approaching, suddenly the white flame dissipated.
"Is the potion invalid? Zidi, wait for me!"
Needle Jin's heart shook slightly, and he became more and more eager.
Continue walking a few steps, and with a whoosh, it seems that a giant object is attacking in the dim vision.
The young man quickly leaned over and lowered his head to avoid the object.
It turned out to be a rather huge tree trunk, and there were indeed some tree trunks stored in the camp, which were left over from making short bows and other surplus things.
The trunk is far heavier than an adult, but now it is also easily swept away by the strong wind.
The needle can't run anymore.
With every step, he had to push down hard and stick his foot into the sand until it submerged his ankle to resist the wind.
What troubled him even more was not the hurricane, but the sand that was whistling in the wind.
These sands hit the needle's body and face, bringing obvious synesthesia. The golden eyes could not be completely opened to prevent being blinded, so they could only squint a slit to observe.
It became darker around.
There was no trace of light, and I could hardly see my fingers.
The needle can only move forward according to memory, and he has no confidence in whether the direction is correct.
The power of nature is so majestic, at this moment, the young man deeply felt how small he was.
As time passed, Needle's heart became cold.
"I have taken at least a hundred steps, but I still haven't found Ziti."
"Was she swept away by the strong wind, or did I go in the wrong direction unknowingly?"
"God, the Holy Emperor...... What should I do?"
Hesitation and dazedness were like a puff of black smoke, choking the boy's nose and eyes.
And in the boy's chest, there seemed to be a burning flame.
It is the fire of anger, unwillingness, and hatred!
"Obviously I have already taken control of the exploration team."
"I finally succeeded in hunting, and I have plenty of food for the time being."
"In the blink of an eye, it has become like this!"
"Should I die on this island?"
"Should I just watch the people close to me die one by one?"
"Is the fall of the Hundred Needles family just around the corner?"
"No!"
"How can I do this, how can I let this happen?!"
The young man was filled with righteous indignation and tried his best.
However, the invisible fate was like the god king high in the sky, occasionally seeing the needle, like finding an unruly ant, and fate stretched out its finger like a mountain and pressed it.
Needle wanted to look up, but his head was getting lower and lower.
Needle wanted to straighten his body, but he had to bend down and hunch his body before he could move forward slowly.
Needle wanted to stare angrily, shout or roar, but he could only close his eyes and close his mouth and grope forward in this roaring darkness.
The wind is still increasing sharply!
Soon, it was so big that the needle had to resist with all its might.
The teenager sadly realized that at this moment, he could no longer save anyone. Because his own life is in danger!
He wanted to stimulate his fighting spirit, but still failed.
He wanted to mutate again, but no matter how crazy he tried, he couldn't sense the crystal nucleus in his heart, and he never succeeded.
With no choice, he had no choice but to pray to the gods.
"My great Holy Emperor, you are a god who walks on the earth, and now your followers are in a desperate situation, and the glory of the knight will be drowned out by the wind and sand. Please listen, have mercy on me, and help me out of this predicament, so that I may continue to walk the way that You have prescribed and continue to show Your might."
But the gods did not respond.
The teenager was furious.
Youth protest.
The young man was sad.
The teenager struggled.
The young man was exhausted and eventually fell into a coma.
A boundless darkness.
A mysterious beast roar made the boy feel a little conscious again.
"Where am I?"
"This is the place?"
"I...... Who am I?"
A darkness.
No one answered him.
There is only endless darkness.
"Wait, I think I heard the roar of a beast just now?"
Immediately, the boy himself gradually remembered the identity of the Templar and the nobleman, his name was Needle, his fiancée Ziti, the dangerous island, the exploration team, and the late-night teleportation, the violent and terrifying wind and dust storm......
With this process, the boy's consciousness fully recovered, and he finally woke up completely.
Then, he felt a heavy pressure, squeezing his whole body from all sides, making it difficult for him to breathe,
"So, I'm afraid I'm buried in the sand?"
The feeling of horror naturally hit my heart.
No one wants to be buried alive like this!
Needle became extremely nervous.
But he didn't open his eyes immediately or get up in a hurry, but perceived it calmly.
The cultivation of vindictive qi not only makes his strength far superior to others, but also perception.
He sees farther and clearer than ordinary people, and hears more and more detailed than ordinary people.
Although he couldn't see now, and the loudest sound he heard was just the sound of his heartbeat, he could feel more pressure in which direction.
Then, he mustered all his strength and struggled with his limbs.
Struggle!
Struggle desperately!
Because the young man knew that this was his last chance to survive.