Tension.
It hung in the air like a storm about to break—heavy, choking, deafening.
Every breath was ragged. Every heartbeat thundered.
The towering sand pillars, birthed from the Sandbone Worm's fury, were nearly upon them.
Massive walls of crushing force surged toward the caravan, blotting out the horizon with apocalyptic finality. There was nowhere to run. No path to escape.
Flashes of light erupted to the left and right as everyone poured their life force into desperate attacks—sword attacks, talismans, artifacts hurled toward the oncoming disaster.
Dust and energy whipped across the dunes, but nothing seemed enough.
Unfortunately…
Time seems to slow down.
The sand pillars marched forward like titanic judges of death.
'Is this the end?' Mo Jian's thoughts echoed in the void of despair. His breath caught in his throat as cold dread pooled in his chest.
