In the darkness, Ouyang Feiting was already trembling all over with fear. She gripped Wang Yan's arm and said with a shaky voice, "Brother Wang Yan, what should we do?"
At this moment, Yan Shilin, Qin Xingyuan, and others also landed on the ground. However, everyone was like ants on a hot pan, anxiously wandering around.
Wang Yan's eyes focused, injecting the Power of Demon Patterns into his eyes, looking around.
He saw the surroundings were all made up of piled sand, indeed with no exit to break through.
Seeing the sand overhead about to fall completely, once it collapsed, everyone would be crushed to death by the sand.
Time was tight, and Wang Yan didn't have time to think. He shook his body and dragged Ouyang Feiting to the edge of the sand wall, throwing out a punch at the edge of the sand wall.
Wang Yan wanted to take a chance and punch out an exit in the sand wall.
