"Is it that Martin's teacher?"
"Even though I went in the opposite direction, I could still bump into them. As expected, in the Spirit World, direction doesn't matter, and various mysterious connections have more significant impact..."
Aaron had good eyesight and could see the golden-winged eagle falcon quickly flap its wings while descending, trying to regain balance as it fled toward the outer circle of the sandstorm.
On its back, there seemed to be a tiny black dot.
"As expected of an experienced explorer, it looks like they can escape... A sandstorm of this level, not to mention its killing power, the pollution of Spirit World information contained in it is quite deadly. It's not fun to be swept into it..."
Aaron commented while suddenly shaking his head: "It seems like this teacher and student duo have bad luck..."
He saw a group of priests dressed in black and bizarre clothing walking out of the black pyramid.
