"Whoo-whoo-whoo"
The coarse wind mixed with sand and gravel constantly collided with the stone pillars here, creating a strange howling sound.
Thousands of stone pillars were scattered chaotically on the sand, and the Sand Ape King sat down heavily outside the stone pillar area, speaking in a muffled voice: "I'm not going in."
The Sandstorm Scorpion King, somewhat annoyed at his reluctance, said: "What are you afraid of? We're on the same side!"
The Sand Ape King gave the Sandstorm Scorpion King a peculiar look and said: "That little mantis got eaten by the Black Widow not long ago. She doesn't care if we're on the same side."
The Sandstorm Scorpion King opened his mouth silently, not knowing how to explain.
"I'll go by myself then."
Seeing the Sandstorm Scorpion King looking as if he were bravely facing death, the Sand Ape King muttered: "Hope you come back alive."
