Chapter 185. The Sandstorm Demons of the Sahara
After setting up the tent, it got very cold in the desert at night. Moreover, the wind picked up, whipping sand into the air and lashing down at us. The small tent was no match for the powerful impact of the sand!
Zhao Manyan had no choice but to set up the Water Splendor Sky Curtain Barrier to protect everyone's tent area.
The night was bright, and the beautiful outline of the desert was still clearly visible. But suddenly, a sandstorm swept across the desert, churning and rolling, covering the horizon. It felt like thousands of troops were surging there in rows, and the sound grew louder and louder.
"Sandstorm??"
"Such a huge sandstorm!!"
Upon noticing this, everyone was greatly shocked!
"Don't go anywhere, stay here and hold the tent," Mo Fan said immediately.
This raging sandstorm was almost as powerful as a super-level magic spell, and everyone was quite afraid of it.
But Mo Fan didn't want them to leave, and it was for their own good. He said again, "If nothing unexpected happens, the team that got lost here encountered this situation. If you don't want to get lost in the desert too, do as I say."
Upon hearing this, the others immediately calmed down and then revealed their defensive trump cards. Zhao Manyan even built up layers of defense.
"Rumble rumble rumble!!!"
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!!"
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The sandstorm kept blowing, but the people in the tent didn't move an inch.
"Tap tap tap tap tap!!!!!"
The sand pounded heavily against the golden arc of light, making a piercing sound.
The impact of the waterfall was extremely strong; even those hiding inside the arc of light barrier could feel everyone sinking.
At first, the sand was scattered around the curved barrier, but soon it piled up and eventually covered the entire arc of light.
"Isn't this no different from being buried alive?" Jiang Yu said with trepidation.
"Once this light barrier can't hold, we'll be buried alive. The Sahara is indeed the most dangerous place. Not to mention the demons here, the harsh environment alone is something no normal person could endure!" Zhao Manyan said.
"And now?" Jiang Shaoxu asked.
"It seems we're trapped."
"At least we're still in the same place," Mo Fan said.
The sandstorm was of unknown duration, but the only saving grace was that the thick sand encased the barrier of light, forming a defensive barrier that protected them inside the sand fortress.
Judging from the rumbling noise outside, it was clear that it wouldn't stop anytime soon. The cramped space was unsettling.
Of course, Mo Fan was relatively relaxed.
Just wait patiently for it to end.
About an hour later, the thick sandstorm cleared, and the group reappeared.
They were still outside the realm of illusion. At this moment, Nan Jue spoke up: "Should we send out a few more signals?"
"Then go ahead," Mo Fan said.
Nan Jue rolled her eyes at Mo Fan in an annoyed manner!
She's not a light-elemental mage.
However, judging from what just happened, those people are unlikely to be nearby.
They're not stupid; if they came here now, they'd be in for a lot of trouble.
Where the Mediterranean Sea meets the Sahara, a man riding on the back of a winged beast gazes at the approaching desert horizon, his expression somewhat bewildered.
"Teacher Devon, didn't you hear what I just said?" asked a female mage in her thirties next to the winged beast.
"Oh, what did you just say?" Devon finally came to his senses.
"We've learned from some sources that an unusual sandstorm is always occurring on the edge of the Sahara. Some investigators say that these sandstorms don't seem to be naturally occurring," said the bespectacled female mage.
"What's the point of these ambiguous simulations? There are too many unusual things about the Sahara, and we can't figure out the reason at all. Now we just need to go there and rescue those people," said another male mage with a white cloth hat on his head.
"To be honest, if it weren't for Teacher Devon personally leading the team, we would never have set foot in this desert labyrinth. After all, Teacher Devon is someone who once came out of the desert labyrinth!"
The man called Devon stood there silently, still not uttering a word.
In fact, he didn't want to come to this place, he really didn't!
As they continued their journey, they came across Mo Fan and his group's tent.
After they met up, Mo Fan told them without batting an eye that he had seen a tent not far away.
The others couldn't help but chuckle at Mo Fan's fabricated story.
However, no one interrupted.
The team leader, named Devon, said, "You guys are wise. If you went any deeper, you might very well get lost here."
Afterwards, they went inside, while Mo Fan and the others continued to wait there.
"Such a powerful sandstorm, it feels like it's coming this way." Not long after, Jiang Yu said with a look of horror.
"Let's go, let's go quickly!" Mo Fan said immediately.
Sure enough, this high-level mage must have done something heinous to have angered this sandstorm spirit.
However, as they raced along, covering at least twenty or thirty kilometers, what was truly terrifying was that the towering sandstorm was getting even closer.
This sandstorm was several times more violent than the previous ones, as if it were about to completely engulf the heavens and the earth.
"Look!"
At this moment, the sky is still blue towards the Mediterranean, but towards the Sahara Desert, it is a completely yellow, rolling dust storm.
At the top of the towering sandstorm, a proud and domineering figure can be seen!
Upon seeing this monarch-like being, everyone was even more terrified!
The sandstorm didn't stop, and it didn't lessen even when it hit the ocean; soon the turbulent sea was covered with sand!
The long coastline was originally a beautiful stretch of sand dunes and beaches, but because of this dust storm, the entire coastline has moved inwards into the ocean, and the entire Sahara Desert seems to have expanded its territory because of this dust storm!
Fortunately, Mo Fan and his group had already escaped to the Mediterranean Sea and were heading towards Egypt along the Mediterranean.
Their mission was complete, and whether the rescue team would perish or not was of little concern to them.
After arriving in Egypt, the mentors distributed their rewards, while the African Magic Association sent several groups of people to interrogate them about the specific events that had occurred in the Sahara.
Judging from their tense attitude, neither the students who had previously fallen nor the team led by the super-level mage seemed to have made it out.
But they receive the resources; what happens to others is none of their business.
After receiving the resources and being questioned, they were allowed to head towards the location of the Nationalist government's forces.