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The yellow sand flowed, and the gauze fluttered.
Two people were gone, one lay sideways.
No one stood.
Click, click, click.
Might opened and closed his jaw appendage, the hook-like mandibles flashing with cold light.
Zhao Xueyuan swallowed with difficulty, his half-raised buttocks fell back down, goosebumps covered him from head to toe as he desperately stretched his neck, trying to keep his distance.
Just seeing someone lying flat on the board, he forgot about this little thing.
So tiny, yet Zhao Xueyuan always felt it had the immeasurable might to kill every Galloping Horse present.
And the kind of death would be very gruesome.
Rustle.
Venom dripped, and green smoke curled up, corroding layer by layer into a large pit.
Zhao Xueyuan retracted his feet.
Indeed.
In the center of the sandpit.
"Huff, huff..."
