The little packrat quickly moved to a sand dune. Then, she raised her small fist and smashed it at the black shadow behind the sand dune.
"Baddie! Sweetcake has found you! You can't escape!"
Her little fist had once smashed down a huge stone pillar that had stood in the Wu'an Imperial Palace for hundreds of years.
The black shadow was hit by the punch and its entire body was trapped in the sand dune. It did not get up again.
Mo Beiyuan chased after her and pulled his packrat into his arms. His heart, which had been in shock, gradually calmed down.
His eyes darkened as he glanced at the black shadow in the sand dune.
This sand dune was not close to them. It was still a long distance away, so he did not realize that there was something hidden here.
Yun Ran and Bai Wan landed right on the heels of them and checked the little packrat in Mo Beiyuan's arms. "Is Sweetcake alright?"
