The sandstorm was too fierce, and the dunes were slowly shoved forward by the gale.
Ancient dead trees buried beneath the dunes were laid bare. Lizards and scorpions hiding in the sand were swept into the sky, along with those pitiful sand snakes. The lucky ones quickly fell back down and desperately burrowed into the dunes again; the unlucky ones flew farther and farther away...
Bai Yujun, clad in black armor, turned her head and saw a scorpion falling from the sky. It was fat, and somehow it had not been smashed to death.
She looked back at the inn's guests.
"Stand farther away. If you stand too close, you'll get blood splattered all over you."
The demons, monsters, ghosts, and other idle bystanders hurriedly ran off. This was not a spectacle they could endure at close range. They could still watch the show from afar, and being alive was always a fine thing.
Seven or eight people refused to leave. The brother and sister were among them, as was the innkeeper's wife, clearly an expert yet strangely fond of playing the widow.
At last, it was time to fight. How satisfying. She had eaten so many Yellow River Carp and so much mutton, and licked up no small amount of salt. It was time for some exercise to prove her strength. Still, sometimes one had to be a little cunning.
Her eyes glanced at the sky overhead, red light flickering within them...
Then, it was time to make her move.
The temperature of her blood rose, reaching its most excited state. Her right foot stepped back, her left hand raised the mighty black shield before her, and her right hand held her Hengdao level with her shoulder, blade pointed forward. Life and death were fated by Heaven; the road