In the second-in-command's gaze of indescribable fear,
that hand seed to compress layers of space, penetrating the void and stirring ripples, as if it encompassed the entire universe, cutting off all paths to vitality between heaven and earth, thunderously covering his head.
The second-in-command's entire body was frozen in the void, unable to move a single bit.
He watched helplessly as that hand slowly covered his face.
And then,
Crack, crack...
The space shattered like glass, with a crisp sound reverberating in the second-in-command's mind, his entire body, like a shadow in a mirror, splintered and crushed as the mirror cracked.
"So, this is the sound of space breaking..."
With one last thought flashing past his mind, the second-in-command's consciousness plunged into a deep abyss, never seeing light again.
Crash!
Amid the clear sound of splashing water, a blue light rippled from within the carriage.
The curtain on the carriage moved without wind, slowly lifting.
A beam of light,
slowly erged from the carriage.
In this frozen, desolate world, it was as if all of ti was paused in this mont.
A beam of light flowed out like a mountain spring from the carriage, converging in the void, slowly solidifying into a human shape before the carriage.
The light dissipated, and Austin's figure appeared at the front of the carriage.
Simultaneously,
the entire world suddenly ca alive again, everything initially "paused" seed to gain life, under the war-transford trees, shouts of battle thundered, blood splattered, corpses were strewn, smoke billowed, as if the previously halted war scenes abruptly resud and continued.
"Hmm? Who is this person?"
"Where's the second-in-command?"
Amidst the chaotic battle, dozens of cavalry sand bandits following the second-in-command charged with looks of utter confusion.
Just a mont ago they saw the second-in-command showcase his skills, leaping several yards onto that carriage, and the next mont disappeared without a trace, replaced by the figure of a man in blue?
What's going on?
The sand bandits present all looked as if they'd seen a ghost.
Could the second-in-command transform?
To the sand bandits' confusion, Austin had no intention of explaining.
Every one of these sand bandits was enveloped in a dense aura of blood and killing intent, their fortune was covered in sticky crimson light, one strand of fortune so red it turned black!
This phenonon only occurs from committing too many cris!
One could say, every sand bandit here was a villain deserving of death.
Without a single word,
and without seeing any motion from Austin, a breeze suddenly arose from the ground, rustling Austin's blue robe fiercely.
Then,
Swish!
A sharp light suddenly poured out in the void, seeming to tear through space, creating shimring ripples, like lightning and thunder flashing swiftly past the sand bandits.
Space was sliced like a mirror.
No one knew what kind of technique this was; the sand bandits surrounding Austin didn't even react before those sharp white lights swept across.
In an instant,
seven or eight heads flew skyward, the few sand bandits rushing first turned into headless corpses, blood shot skyward like a steaming red spring.
At the sa ti, as blood still sprayed mid-air, Austin on the carriage suddenly vanished, transforming from extre stillness to extre movent, pulling a long blue shadow like lightning through the air, swiftly weaving through the crowd of sand bandits before they could react.
Pop, pop, pop...
Not seeing any motion, the figure passed through the dozens of sand bandits, slowly solidifying behind them, the void seed to pop bubbles, air pierced by an indescribable force, layers collapsing, giving an illusion of space overturning.
Blood burst open, flesh seed to crush under spatial power, splashing everywhere, turning into a crimson rain.
Brutal yet glorious.
In just the blink of an eye, the dozen cavalry sand bandits surrounding had turned into scattered corpses, bodies burst apart distorting, inch by inch cracking.
Appearing like lightning ten yards away, Austin was untouched by any blood, his expression as calm as still water.
Behind him,
blood flowed like rivers, corpses laid scattered.
The yellow sand rolls incessantly, but at this mont it is stained with a strong scent of blood.
The sounds of slaughter around suddenly quiet down at this mont,
the air is as still as death.
Everyone almost stops their actions, staring dumbly at the direction of the luxurious carriage at the center, mouths agape, unable to utter a word.
"What happened?"
At this mont, everyone's gaze is fixed on the center.
In front of Austin, a sand thief stumbles as he rushes up, resulting in a slight delay landing him behind, luckily escaping the massacre of this instant.
The knife-wielding sand thief who survived this extrely brutal slaughter stands dazedly in place.
Looking at the surrounding bodies scattered on the ground, utterly bewildered.
In the past, these sand thieves relied on the strength of their black jiao horses to group charge, with an unstoppable montum, impacting the rchant caravan's defenses in the desert, often overwhelmingly prevailing, tearing and smashing it even before a solid defensive formation could be set up.
But now, what's the situation?
In just a mont, dozens of companions died like this?
What kind of technique is this?
The scene before him completely overturns his common sense.
That sand thief grips the curved blade, his body trembling uncontrollably, suddenly collapsing weakly to the ground, crawling back in terror, a foul sll suddenly rising between his legs.
Austin stands with hands behind, disregarding the small soldier in front of him, and his gaze is fixed on the sweeping yellow sandstorm as if he is watching soone.
"Not coming out yet? If you don't make a move, I'll kill all your subordinates."
Austin speaks leisurely.
Like he's speaking to the air.
"Hmph! Didn't expect there to be an expert in such a small rchant caravan!"
A cold snort, like thunder, explodes in everyone's ears,
then,
Boom!!!
A powerful airflow suddenly bursts open, the rolling yellow sandstorm is instantly cleared, revealing a bald middle-aged man carrying a huge battle saber, stepping into the field with the storm, a mighty aura at this mont surging like a tsunami!
"Black Sand King! It's the Black Sand King!"
Sounds of fearful exclamations rise within the caravan,
the sand thief cavalry retreat in unison, standing behind the Black Sand King.
The powerful aura, gathering an overwhelming murderous intent, rolls like a tsunami, the rchant mbers facing this aura involuntarily retreating.
The Black Sand King looks up and down at Austin,
"No matter how strong they say the Viper is, he's still a Void Realm expert, yet he couldn't even force out your techniques and died at your hands. To achieve this at such an age, I wonder which genius has arrived."
He doesn't wait for Austin's reply, and laughs again,
"But whoever you are, the Viper, after all, has been by my side through life and death for years, and not killing you today won't convince everyone. Unfortunately, at such a young age, you must die here without enjoying your pri days."
With that, a trace of regret appears on the Black Sand King's face.
Austin remains unmoved.
In a calm voice, he says:
"Finished talking? If so, hurry up and act, so I can send you on your way."
"Hmph, ignorant! Kid, today I'll let you know there's always a higher peak, and soone stronger than yourself!"
A cold snort,
The aura explodes violently, a powerful montum shoots forth into the sky, the surrounding rolling sand is shattered by the terrifying impact.
The Black Sand King steps strongly onto the ground, his figure shoots like a cannonball into the high air.
Buzz!!!
The war saber in his hand trembles violently, two terrifying auras transform into an invisible yet tangible presence, one crimson like blood, the other black like a dense mist, swirling around the war saber in his hand, distorting the void at this mont.
"Die! Desert Storm Saber Technique!"
Like heavenly might, like Purgatory!
A terrifying saber light, black and red swirling, filled with sharp murderous intent, withering everything, envelops everything within a range of dozens of yards, the storm raised by the air currents rolls up a sky full of swirling dust, crushing towards Austin with an unmatched force!
The terrifying boundless aura leaves all remaining caravan mbers, including the rcenary guards, montarily frozen.
That feeling of facing heavenly might makes one feel like ants that can be crushed with a casual hand from such an existence!
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