Chapter 355 The Lonely Lighthouse

• The sandstorm outside continued its relentless assault, but its ferocity had slightly abated—at least the Hummer was no longer being lifted off the ground.
• The winds remained fierce, pelting the vehicle's windows with countless grains of sand and gravel, producing an incessant barrage of sharp, rattling sounds.
• The view was obscured by an endless expanse of yellow sand, battering against any obstacle in its path, as though intent on subjugating everything beneath its might.