The hoarse voice echoed in the desert, blending with its colors and sounds, a fitting counterpart to the desert environment.
"You little rascal, in the end, you couldn't escape from the palm of my hand!"
Su Ran's eyes were unapologetically filled with delight as he gazed at the Fixed Sand God Needle stuck in the sandy layer; his heart brimmed with excitement. It was this needle that led to everyone's demise, and now, to encounter this treasure here, it must be said, fate really does play tricks on people!
"Hey, without the Sand Tower's restriction, let's see if you can still put on airs!"
To Su Ran at this moment, the Fixed Sand God Needle posed no threat; he reached directly for the needle, hardly believing that this broken needle could dig a pit to bury him in, could it?
However.
The instant Su Ran's bony finger touched the Fixed Sand God Needle, it dissipated like foam, turning into streams of energy that slipped through his fingers and vanished into the air.
