"Boom!"
The fierce wind carried sand grains the size of thumbs and fragments of snow and ice, furiously rushing into the tunnel.
The already dim light inside the tunnel became significantly weaker in an instant.
Rocks striking the car windows made a "crack-crack-bang" noise, setting everyone on edge. "Damn, this isn't a sandstorm; it's a rockstorm!"
"The cars behind us—" Ye Qing looked at the rearview mirror. Aside from the snow vehicle immediately following, there was no trace of the other cars.
He hesitated for a moment, then made up his mind. "Stop the car; I'll go out and help them."
Zhu Ming's vehicle continued moving forward without any intention of stopping. "With such strong winds, if you go out, you'll also get blown away."
Although Sun Jingtao saw that the car behind had also come inside, he was still deeply worried. "Yeah, I want to go out as well."
