The whole world seemed to have entered a chaotic world, it was pitch black, and the brightness of the wolf lamp could only be faintly seen at a distance of about 5 meters.

The sand kept pouring into the gaps in the clothes, and the weight increased a lot, and the speed began to slow down, and with each breath, it was as if endless fine sand was pouring into the lungs.

Bumping and falling, rolling and climbing, it seems as if the land of boulders has disappeared.

The fat man carefully rolled down the dune, and we naturally rolled down the dune as well.

The wind howled, sweeping everything in the world, and rows of sand waves like cliffs roared over the mountains and seas.

The hurricane then struck, sweeping sand and rocks everywhere it went, and it was unstoppable.

I opened my eyes slightly

Chapter 94 of "The Tricks of the Undertaker" A new crisis is being fought in the hand, please wait a moment,

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