C503 The Tactic of Suffering

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Shaking his head, he wiped off the blood in front of him, trying his best to wake himself up a bit more.

Omar was right. The storm was coming.

"Charge! Charge into the storm!"

In the desert, the weather changed instantly. Sandstorms were common.

The rolling yellow sand in front of them was like a huge dragon sweeping over, quickly devouring the sand dunes and hills