At first, when Yu Jing saw all thirteen people in the dream meeting room, he reached a conclusion.
Around Dong Dong's body swirled a turbid yet orderly chaos of yellow sand, even more regular and organized than the Formless Chaos guided by the "Womb" within Yu Jing's body.
Neither Dong Dong's appearance nor build looked suited for close-quarters combat, so Yu Jing concluded that he was the strongest mystic among the "Thirteen."
"This guy..."
Because of the Yellow Sand Secret Technique Dong Dong had used, Yi Kun began scrutinizing him anew.
"I'll take the front. Your sand soldiers look indestructible, and they can regenerate with yellow sand at any time, but they're actually terrified of water, right?"
At Yi Kun's words, Dong Dong immediately looked shocked. "Mm-hmm... You've got a sharp eye."
Under Yi Kun's guidance, the formation was adjusted slightly.
One sand soldier walked at the very front, Yi Kun came second, and Dong Dong followed closely behind. The remaining two sand soldiers brought up the rear.
Unlike Ling Tian, who could soar into the heavens and dive underground with his sword control technique,
Yi Kun had no means of flight and could only walk normally. Moreover, Dong Dong's tall, thin, and frail body required him to rely on a cane, so the two moved no faster than ordinary mountain climbers.
"With your abilities, shouldn't you be able to turn into sand and scatter around instead of walking so laboriously?" Yi Kun asked curiously.
"I can... But I've grown used to walking with my body wrapped in bandages. I don't really want to change a habit I've had for over twenty years."
Yi Kun did not reply. The two crossed the suspension bridge connecting the mountain peaks and traveled among the mountains.
They had no intention of setting traps