"Ugh, I got a mouthful of sand!"
John crawled out of the sandpile, spitting out the sand from his mouth and immediately started looking around for Uncle Mac.
To avoid alarming the stationed guards, John chose a weakly defended spot to infiltrate and rushed into the mine.
However, the sandstorm tornado still had a significant impact.
Dozens or even hundreds of tons of sand were thrown into the air.
Although Exiled Immortal tried not to involve the mine, the terrain was still changed dramatically, nearly burying John and Uncle Mac alive.
"Uncle Mac? Where are you?"
"Here... over here!"
Following the voice, John finally found Uncle Mac completely buried under the sand. After digging and scraping, he managed to rescue him.
"Damn, I almost suffocated..."
Uncle Mac, with lingering fear, pinched the bridge of his nose.
