The afternoon sun cast a golden hue over the sand sea.
Beneath the sand sea, a black shadow was swiftly moving, like a fish swimming in the ocean, darting a long distance in an instant.
This person was none other than the escaping Black-clothed Man.
He once again validated the old martial arts principle of the worldly society's disregard for face, using the esteem of Divine Communication Venerable to burrow like a mouse to master the art of survival.
Of course, disregard for face is one thing, but if there were better terrain, the Black-clothed Man wouldn't choose to dig. If there were a small forest, the Black-clothed Man would definitely choose the forest first.
While burrowing beneath the sand, he unknowingly was already thirty miles away from Kartim, estimating that it was far enough to surface.
The yellow sand trembled briefly, followed by a black figure slowly rising, stepping onto the sand surface.
