Khan hurled a sand spear straight into Malik's eye. A blast of grit smashed into the giant's face, and the colossal sand form let out a growl of irritation.
"Aaah…" Malik staggered backward, his massive sandy fist driving the pressure away and loosening his grip on Khan.
Without hesitation, Khan turned and lifted the trembling old woman from beneath him. He supported her gently, then pointed toward a nearby alley behind a house. "Go! Don't stop—get far away from here!"
The old woman nodded, her steps shaky but resolute. Khan watched her retreating form for a moment, then refocused on the towering enemy ahead.
"Your attacks are weak!" Malik roared from a distance, his voice booming like thunder against the city walls. His sandy form reknit itself, and both massive arms lifted ominously into the sky.
Khan narrowed his eyes. He recognized the move—Malik was about to bring down a crushing blow capable of leveling everything within a hundred-meter radius.
