The Super Universe Leveling Game

"What is that?"    

What's that? Five or six kilometers away, a group of players suddenly braked and looked ahead in horror. It was a black mass. The storm spread, connecting heaven and earth, forming a new world. Inside, everything was cut into the smallest grains of sand by the wind. In the sky, on the ground, only the howling of the wind could be seen, nothing else could be seen.    

The players at the edge wanted to escape, but the storm produced a terrifying suction force. If they were tightly pulled in, not only would they not be able to escape, but they would also be unable to escape. Instead, inch by inch, they were pulled into the storm world. After a burst of glaring light, the players disappeared and became part of the storm.    

The desperate cries before death were sucked into the storm together. The messages that the players received were the last faces of these people. They had terrified and helpless expressions.    

This power was too terrifying, to the point that it was so far away. The players felt as if they were being sucked into the storm, and they quickly retreated in fear. From their point of view, the sky in front of them had disappeared. The ground had disappeared, and the only thing that could be seen was the howling wind. The sand that was raised was moving at a terrifying speed, creating a terrifying lethality.    

"Tornado... Wrong, sandstorm!" Because he was too nervous, Warrior spoke without thinking.    

"A layer of the ground has been scraped off. It's too scary!" The Knight was trembling with fear, worried that the sandstorm would spread.    

"How could this be? It was naturally formed, and it was man-made?" The archer asked.    

"It should be the power of nature!" The Mage stared at it for a long time, but it was still unable to determine whether it was man-made or natural. It could only guess from its power.    

"It's too dangerous. We should retreat a distance!" The Thief spoke. His words were unanimously agreed by everyone.    

One after another, players from the Central Plains and players from the northern borders rushed over and saw the sandstorm. They were so scared that they stopped in their tracks. Everyone had solemn expressions on their faces. They looked anxiously at the destructive force. Of course. There were also people who revealed excited expressions, such as photography enthusiasts.    

They took out their photography equipment at the fastest speed possible. They adjusted the angle, the light, the focal length, and so on. The braver ones... In order to capture a clearer picture, they kept getting closer to the bottom line of the sandstorm. In the end, even though their clothes were tilted, they still didn't care. Their faces were full of excitement.    

Such a scene was rarely seen in a hundred years.    

Some people cherished their own lives and did not dare to approach. They released their wasps, but the wasps' ability to resist the wind was weak. Once they got close, they were sucked in. In an instant, their owners lost all sense.    

After sacrificing five or six hornets, the cameramen behind them stopped their foolish actions. Hornets were very expensive.    

"Those people are so miserable!" female player revealed a look of pity.    

"I say, it is better to come early than to come at the right time." The male player at the side was pleased with himself as he looked into the depths of his eyes. There was also a trace of lingering fear. They came late, not because he had foresight, but simply because he was unwilling to buy good feed. The mount's endurance was not enough. After flying for a period of time, it would need to rest for a period of time. Only after walking and stopping did he finally arrive.    

As the saying went, there was a mistake. If it was not for the fact that they were a step slower, they might have ended up like the players in the sandstorm, not even leaving a corpse behind.    

The players who had rushed over felt their hearts jump and they continuously retreated because the range of the sandstorm was increasing. The players who were covered by the sandstorm had no time to be afraid. Over 90% of the players died within 3 seconds, and the rest were the top players.    

He took out an item, and colorful lights pierced through the sandstorm. Some of them wanted to escape. Some chose to defend, while others gave up on themselves and attacked with their most powerful attacks before they died. They wanted to tear apart the sandstorm, but all their efforts were in vain. The power of the sandstorm was too terrifying.    

The experts fell one after another. Whether it was the red damage figures or the grey light of death, they were all crushed by the sandstorm in an instant. Nothing could leave.    

Those who had not experienced the sandstorm could not imagine the terror of the sandstorm. The roars of the experts finally calmed down. More than ten seconds passed. There were less than ten players who were still alive. Everyone's face was filled with fear and uneasiness.    

"No!" A Earth Magician let out a desperate cry, and the fortress he had summoned fell apart. The magic robe and equipment on his body lasted for three seconds, and then all the light was extinguished at the same time. As for his own HP, it did not even last for a second.    

"Your sister!" The Dragon Knight of the God Clan let out a furious cry of unwillingness. Its body was swept away by the sandstorm, and it shattered into pieces.    

Initially, he had the chance to escape. It was his comrades who said that they would defend him together. The sandstorm was moving. As long as they could withstand the center of the storm, they would be able to escape. For the sake of the team, for honor... He stayed behind. However, the one who spoke was the first to die.    

Everyone had died. The Dragon Knight didn't know who to blame, and it was extremely depressing.    

"Fucking profiteer!" Barbarian gritted his teeth. He swore that after reviving, the first thing he did was to find the merchant who sold his shield and cut him into pieces.    

How could he have known that the promised Immortal Weapon, a broken weapon, was just a fake product? Even if it was a broken weapon, an Immortal Weapon could still hold on for a while. However, this shield was turned into dust when it was touched by the sandstorm. It was not even as good as his treasure shield. The treasure shield could still hold on for 2.9 seconds. At this moment, he felt like a clown.    

...    

On the ground, the water was boiling, and underground, Dongfang Qingyu and the others were still descending. The sandstorm's erosion speed was too fast. The ground kept disappearing, and they almost caught up.    

They had already gone more than 80 meters deep, and the ground was covered in layers of rocks. It was incomparably hard. The pangolin's digging speed slowed down, and Dongfang Qingyu had no choice but to revive another two pangolins. With the four pangolins together, they were barely able to maintain a balance with the sandstorm's chasing speed.    

"Not good!" Dongfang Qingyu's expression suddenly changed, and he quickly ordered the pangolin to stop. Under one meter, there was a fiery red world. That was lava. If they dug it out, they wouldn't have to wait for the sandstorm. The lava would burn them to ashes first. They had been focusing on the sandstorm and hadn't paid much attention to it. Only now did he realize that the temperature in the tunnel was very high.    

Li Hongdou and the other three girls were sweating profusely.    

"Don't move!" In Dongfang Qingyu's narrow space, he switched places with the Zhu Yan Pill. The vertical eye between his eyebrows shone and became the only source of light in this dark place.    

The direction of the power of the sandstorm was chaotic. It rotated, swept, and crushed... Dongfang Qingyu could not use words to describe it. There were all kinds of things. The ground wasn't the direction of the sandstorm. It was the layer of dirt that had fallen off. It had been completely affected.    

The layer of soil that had been hardened by the Zhu Yan Pill was as hard as rock. However, in front of the sandstorm, it was as hard as rotten wood. It was easily crushed into powder.    

Three meters, two meters, one meter...    

When Li Hongdou and the other three girls suddenly felt their eyes light up, Dongfang Qingyu took out his Defensive Shield.    

"Solid as a boulder!"    

The golden Defensive Shield blocked the entrance of the cave and came in contact with the sandstorm. The radiance of the Defensive Shield fluctuated, and the curved semicircle continuously caved in. Finally, it turned into an irregular shape.    

4.3 seconds later, the Defensive Shield shattered, and the force of the sandstorm hit Gu Lai. Dongfang Qingyu's expression changed. When he didn't see the sandstorm, he felt that he could still withstand it. When he saw it, he realized that he was wrong.    

He could withstand the 'Super Forbidden Spell', but he couldn't withstand the sandstorm, because the power of the sandstorm was above the 'Super Forbidden Spell'. In the nick of time, he took out the black stone tablet.    

The black stone tablet emitted a light. It did not protect him, but its main body was not bad. At least, it blocked one side of him. This side was the key to his survival.    

The power of the sandstorm leaked out from the side of the black stone tablet, but it made Dongfang Qingyu suffer endless pain.    

First of all, his equipment was broken. He didn't have time to change his spare equipment, so he could only use his body to carry it.    

-10,000,000.    

'-10,000,000.'    

'-10,000,000. '    

...    

If there was only one person, Dongfang Qingyu could completely shrink his body into a ball. He could completely rely on the black tombstone to protect himself, but not now. Behind him were Li Hongdou and the other three girls. He had to use his own body. Block it. Tomb Cover the tomb!    

Below the ground, Dongfang Qingyu was still holding on. There were still two people on the ground who were still holding on. The sandstorm had been wreaking havoc for nearly fifty seconds, but there were still people alive. This was unbelievable.    

One of them was Bronze Monk of Shaolin, who had the Immortal Weapon Shield and the Indestructible Golden Body, and the other was a big shot of Dream City. Tortoise Back Snail and Tortoise Back Snail were squatting behind a black turtle shell. The turtle shell was glowing with a blue light, and it looked as weak as a candle flame in the wind. However, it was extremely tough. Judging from Tortoise Back Snail's appearance, it seemed like he was very relaxed.    

Bronze Monk of Shaolin's Indestructible Golden Body and Immortal Weapon Shield were the second strongest defense in the game. No one would dare to be called the first. However, this title would probably be changed to someone else in the future. Judging from his uncomfortable expression, he wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer.    

The light of the Immortal Weapon shield was rapidly diminishing. No one else could see the Durability, but Bronze Monk of Shaolin could. It was precisely because he could see it that his expression was very ugly.    

55 seconds later, Bronze Monk of Shaolin put away the Immortal Weapon shield. Between losing one level and losing the shield, he chose the former. However, he didn't give up. His body emitted a yellow light. He turned into a golden Buddha, becoming the only color in the sandstorm.    

Sixty seconds, sixty-five seconds. When even Tortoise Back Snail's turtle shell started to tremble, Bronze Monk of Shaolin let out a painful cry. Red numbers appeared above his head one after another, shocking everyone.    

70 seconds. Bronze Monk of Shaolin was still holding on. 75 seconds later, Bronze Monk of Shaolin let out a desperate and unwilling roar. The golden light was extinguished, and Bronze Monk of Shaolin was crushed by the storm.    

At this time, the sandstorm had begun to weaken.    

Seventy-five seconds later, the sandstorm quickly weakened, and the light from Tortoise Back Snail's turtle shell became dimmer and dimmer. After 80 seconds, Tortoise Back Snail put away the turtle shell. The equipment on his body emitted a bright light at the same time to resist the increasingly weaker sandstorm. Of course, the weakness of the sandstorm was also relative. For Tortoise Back Snail who had lost his turtle shell, it was still hard to bear.    

80 seconds later, Tortoise Back Snail only had one breath left. All of his equipment had been destroyed. He had used up an unknown number of tools, and almost ate Red Drug. There was another person on the ground who had a similar fate as him. That was Dongfang Qingyu. He couldn't be said to be on his last breath, but there weren't many HP left. If the sandstorm continued to wreak havoc for another three seconds, he would die without a doubt.    

"Let's go!" Dongfang Qingyu put away the black tombstone, ignoring the fact that he was only wearing a pair of shorts. He rushed out of the ground. In the center of the dissipating sandstorm, a huge door appeared. Behind the door was a brand new world.    

A new map!    

- - The content came from [Miegu Reading]